1 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! 2 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! 3 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, An' there's no discharge in the war! 4 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! 5 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! 6 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! 7 '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! 8 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!
