7, 6, 11, 5, 9, and twenty miles today, 4, 11, 17, 30, 2, the day before. 
Boots, boots, boots, boots, movin' up and down again. There's no discharge in the war. 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, 
and there's no discharge in the war! 

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!

Try, try, TRY, TRY to think of something different. OH. MY. GOD. KEEP FROM GOIN' LUNATIC. 
BOOTS, BOOTS, BOOTS, BOOTS, MOVIN' UP AND DOWN AGAIN.


THERE'S NO DISCHARGE.. IN THE WAR.