Parade Song Of The Camp Animals

<p><p> ELEPHANTS OF THE GUN TEAMS<br><br> We lent to Alexander the strength of Hercules,<br> The wisdom of our foreheads, the cunning of our knees;<br> We bowed our necks to service: they ne’er were loosed again,–<br> Make way there–way for the ten-foot teams<br> Of the Forty-Pounder train!<br><br> GUN BULLOCKS<br><br> Those heroes in their harnesses avoid a cannon-ball,<br> And what they know of powder upsets them one and all;<br> Then we come into action and tug the guns again–<br> Make way there–way for the twenty yoke<br> Of the Forty-Pounder train!<br><br> CAVALRY HORSES<br><br> By the brand on my shoulder, the finest of tunes<br> Is played by the Lancers, Hussars, and Dragoons,<br> And it’s sweeter than “Stables” or “Water” to me–<br> The Cavalry Canter of “Bonnie Dundee”!<br><br> Then feed us and break us and handle and groom,<br> And give us good riders and plenty of room,<br> And launch us in column of squadron and see<br> The way of the war-horse to “Bonnie Dundee”!<br><br> SCREW-GUN MULES<br><br> As me and my companions were scrambling up a hill,<br> The path was lost in rolling stones, but we went forward still;<br> For we can wriggle and climb, my lads, and turn up everywhere,<br> Oh, it’s our delight on a mountain height, with a leg or two to<br> spare!<br><br> Good luck to every sergeant, then, that lets us pick our road;<br> Bad luck to all the driver-men that cannot pack a load:<br> For we can wriggle and climb, my lads, and turn up everywhere,<br> Oh, it’s our delight on a mountain height, with a leg or two to<br> spare!<br><br> COMMISSARIAT CAMELS<br><br> We haven’t a camelty tune of our own<br> To help us trollop along,<br> But every neck is a hair trombone<br> (Rtt-ta-ta-ta! is a hair trombone!)<br> And this our marching-song:<br> Can’t! Don’t! Shan’t! Won’t!<br> Pass it along the line!<br> Somebody’s pack has slid from his back,<br> Wish it were only mine!<br> Somebody’s load has tipped off in the road–<br> Cheer for a halt and a row!<br> Urrr! Yarrh! Grr! Arrh!<br> Somebody’s catching it now!<br><br> ALL THE BEASTS TOGETHER<br><br> Children of the Camp are we,<br> Serving each in his degree;<br> Children of the yoke and goad,<br> Pack and harness, pad and load.<br> See our line across the plain,<br> Like a heel-rope bent again,<br> Reaching, writhing, rolling far,<br> Sweeping all away to war!<br> While the men that walk beside,<br> Dusty, silent, heavy-eyed,<br> Cannot tell why we or they<br> March and suffer day by day.<br> Children of the Camp are we,<br> Serving each in his degree;<br> Children of the yoke and goad,<br> Pack and harness, pad and load!