Mitraileurs, to the Tune of “Lord Geoffrey
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THE MACHINE-GUN SONG.
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(As rendered by a certain battalion of Amex
mitrailleurs, to the tune of “Lord Geoffrey
Amherst.”)
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We’ve come from old New England for to blast the bloomin’ Huns,
We have sailed from afar across the sea;
We will drive the Boche before us with our baby-beauty guns
To the heart of the Rhine countree!
And to his German majesty we will not do a thing
But to spray his carcass with our hail;
And when we’re through with pepp’ring him, we’ll make the lobster sing
As we ride him into Berlin on a rail!
Chorus
Oh, machine guns, machine guns!
They’re the things to rake the Kaiser aft and fore!
May they never jam on us
Till we’ve gone and won this gosh-darn war!
Oh, machine guns are the handy things to drive the Fritzy out
When he hides back of bags of sand;
And machine guns are the dandy things to put the Hun to rout
If he tries to regain his land.
So just keep the clips a-comin’, and we’ll give her all the juice
As we speed along our glorious way:
And Von Hindenburg and Ludendorff will beat it like the deuce
When the little old rat-rattlers start to play!
Chorus
Oh, machine guns, machine guns!
They’re the things to rake the Kaiser aft and fore!
May they never jam on us
Till we’ve gone and won this gosh-darn war!