Boots

We're foot, slogs, slogs, slogs, slogging over Africa
Foot, foot, foot, foot, slogging over Africa

Boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again
There's no discharging the war

Seven, six, eleven, five, nine and twenty miles a day
Four, eleven, seventeen, thirty-two the day before

Boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again
There's no discharging the war

Don't, don't, don't, don't look at what's in front of you

Boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again

Men, men, men, men, men go mad with watching them
And there's no discharging the war
There's no discharging the war
Try, try, try, try to think of something different
Oh, my God, keep me from going lunatic

Boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again
There's no discharging the war

Oh, count, count, count, count the bullets in the bandoliers
If your eyes drop, they will get atop of you

Boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again
There's no discharging the war

We can stick out hunger, thirst and weariness
But not, not, not, not the chronic sight of 'em

Boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again
There's no discharging the war

T'ain't so bad by day because of company
But night brings long strings of forty thousand million

Boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again
And there's no discharging the war
There's no discharging the war

I have marched six weeks in hell and certify
It is not fire, devils, dark or anything

But boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again
And there's no discharging the war