We're foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin' over Africa — Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin' (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!) There's no discharge in the war! Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an'-twenty mile to-day Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty-two day before Don't—don't—don't—don't—look at what's front of you. again) Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin' em An' there's Try—try—try—try—to think o' something different Oh—my—God—keep—me from goin' lunatic! Count—count—count—count—the bullets bandoliers. If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop you! again) We—can—stick—out—'unger thirst weariness But—not—not—not—not chronic sight 'em Boot—boots—boots—boots—movin' again 'Taint—so—bad—by—day because company But night—brings—long—strings—o' forty thousand million Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' again. I—'ave—marched—six—weeks 'Ell certify It—is—not—fire—devils dark or anything boots—boots—boots—boots—movin'