It slips down your back and it rests in your sox;
You think that you’re walking on cut glass and rocks—
Sunny France!
There’s mud in your gas mask, there’s mud in your hat,
There’s mud in your helmet, there’s mud on your gat,
Yet though mud’s all around us, we’re happy at that—
Sunny France!
Oh, the dank, dank mud, the rank, rank mud, there’s just one guy to blame;
We’ll wish him well (we will like hell!) and Kaiser Bill’s his name!
Jack Warren Carrol, Corp., F.A.