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In olden days a company drafted to war
Where soldiers’ cots were an uncomfy bore
The wooden legs were sometimes weak
And the canvas was not your mother’s sheets
To fall asleep after a long day’s trek
They would ignore the morning beck
A bugle revellie toot caused them to jump
Or a Sergeant their head would thump
Waking up from a wooly blanketed bed
They ran to the chow line to be fed.
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