Like a ribbon all unraveled
    Starts the line at half past two,
  There are new trails to be traveled
    Back to old Olongapo!

THE MOUNTAIN BATTERY SONG

  1.

  Fall in.  Fall in.  Attention, you red-legged mountaineers,
  With your gun and pack and box of tack, “non-coms.” and cannoneers,
  Baptized in Mindanao, beside the Sulu Sea. 
    Here’s How, and How, how, how, to a mountain battery. 
    Here’s How, and How, how, how, to a mountain battery.

  2.

  I’d rather be a soldier with a mule and mountain gun
  Than a Knight of old with spurs of gold, a Roman, Greek or Hun,
  For when there is trouble brewing they always send for me
    To start the row with a row, row, row, from a mountain battery. 
    To start the row with a row, row, row, from a mountain battery.

  Here’s to pack and aparejo, the cradle, gun trail,
  And that darned old fool, the battery mule, that was never known to fail. 
  So raise your glasses high and drink this toast with me: 
    Here’s How, and How, how, how, to a mountain battery. 
    Here’s How, and How, how, how, to a mountain battery.

THE CAVALRY SONG

  Come, listen unto this song, I’m as happy as can be,
  I’m masher and dasher in the U. S. Cavalrie;
  I stand up straight with legs apart; bowed slightly at the knee,
  With folded arms across my chest, ’tis the pose of the Cavalrie.

  Chorus: 

  So fill your glasses to the brim
    And brace your courage with slow gin,
  I will tell you all it is a sin
    To serve in the Infantrie.

  I’m a cavalryman so fierce and bold, a soldier thru and thru,
  I ride a horse because of course ’tis the proper thing to do. 
  I wear my spurs both night and day that every one may see. 
  Whatever else I might have been, I’m not in the Infantrie.

  We went to fight the China horde with sabre, horse and gun. 
  We’d meet them and we’d beat them just the way it should be done;
  But we left our horses, corn and hay out on the ships in Taku Bay
  And consequently had to stay while the dough boys hiked away.

  I’m a man of experience, I’ve been to Fort Monroe,
  I’ve garrisoned Fort Hamilton and the Presidio. 
  I went out to the Philippines and in the Walled Citie. 
  I fought the Filipino War in the Coast Artillerie.

  Chorus: 

  So make way for the red stripe man,
    The pride of our armee
  And let him tell the glories of
    The Coast Artillerie.

  About another soldier man I’d like to say a word: 
  He’s neither fish nor flesh nor fowl, but he is a bird,
  He finds his way o’er foreign seas by sun and moon and star,
  But he could not find his way across the Island of Samar.

  Chorus: