Interesting. The article says, “This is the full poem,” but it actually quite bit longer—and more tiring, even than that:
Boots
INFANTRY COLUMNS
We’re foot-slog-slog-slog-sloggin’ over Africa -
Foot-foot-foot-foot-sloggin’ over Africa -(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 the day before -(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ 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,
An’ there’s no discharge in the war!
Try-try-try-try-to think o’ something different -
Oh-my-God-keep-me from goin’ lunatic!
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again!)
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 an’ down again) -
There’s no discharge in the war!
We-can-stick-out-’unger, thirst, an’ weariness,
But-not-not-not-not the chronic sight of ‘em -
Boot-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again,
An’ there’s no discharge in the war!
‘Taint-so-bad-by-day because o’ company,
But night-brings-long-strings-o’ forty thousand million
Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again.
There’s no discharge in the war!
I-’ave-marched-six-weeks in ‘Ell an’ certify
It-is-not-fire-devils, dark, or anything,
But boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again,
An’ there’s no discharge in the war!
Listen to the full recording at the link