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Rh FORGET IT, SOLDIER!

Sometimes when I grow weary

Of beans and soup and stew,

I long to be where I could get

A home-cooked meal or two.

Such thoughts as turkey, steaks and chops

Go floating through my head;

Biscuits, muffins, hot cakes

And loaves of home-made bread.

Forget it, soldier!

Such feasts are not for you.

Let hunger spice your soup and beans

And appetize your stew.

At night when I get tired

Of bed sack, straw and cot;

Of sleeping under blankets,

Sometimes warm and sometimes not,

I dream of great fourposter beds,

With pillow, quilt and sheet

And mattresses in which you sink

About a thousand feet.

Forget it, soldier!

Such ease is not for you.

Let hard work make your bed sack soft,

As other fellows do.