|We used to call 'em "dough boys," "tin soldiers" and
We used to holler "Hayfoot!" when they went out
on a hike,
We couldn't understand what we were paying taxes
To drill a bunch of soldiers when there wasn't any
We looked upon their practice with a heap of solemn
We said they ought to stay at home and plow the
Ye aped their awkward motions when they fumbled
And asked them what their guns were for and who
they meant to shoot.
Sometimes on Decoration Day we let them march
And tag the great procession of a patriotic throng,
But generally we met them with a snicker or a frown
And never looked upon them as an asset to the town.
But now it seems a change has come o'er Hicksburg
on the plain,
Our boys are followed by the band while marching
to the train.
They know what they are up against and seem to
think it fun,
While the band down at the depot plays "Johnny Get
At last we found a place for them to prove their real
They're the fairest of ten thousand and the flower
of the earth.
When Uncle Sam was short on men and up against
The call to go against the foe was answered by the
Verdigris Valley Verse
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)