current mood

[godone]

WE’RE foot-slog-slog-slog-sloggin’ over Africa!
Foot-foot-foot-foot-sloggin’ over Africa-
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up and down again!)
There’s no discharge in the war!

Seven-six-eleven-five-nine-an’-twenty mile to-day-
Four-eleven-seventeen-thirty-two the day before-
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up and down again!)
There’s no discharge in the war!

Don’t-don’t-don’t-don’t-look at what’s in front of you.
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again!)
Men-men-men-men-men go mad with watchin’ ’em,
And there’s no discharge in the war!

Try-try-try-try-to think o’ something different-
Oh-my-God-keep-me from goin’ lunatic!
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again!)
There’s no discharge in the war!

Count-count-count-count-the bullets in the bandoliers.
If-your-eyes-drop-they will get atop o’ you
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up and down again!)
There’s no discharge in the war!

We-can-stick-out-’unger, thirst, an’ weariness,
But-not-not-not-not the chronic sight of ’em-
Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again!
An’ there’s no discharge in the war!

’Tain’t-so-bad-by-day because o’ company,
But-night-brings-long-strings-o’ forty thousand million
Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again.
There’s no discharge in the war!

I-’ave-marched-six-weeks in ’Ell an’ certify
It-is-not-fire-devils-dark or anything,
But boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again,
An’ there’s no discharge in the war!

By Redyard Kipling.