"Boots" lyrics

Seven-six-eleven-five-nine-an'-twenty mile to-day
Four-eleven-seventeen-thirty-two the day before
Boots-boots-boots-boots-moving 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

Count-count-count-count-the bullets in the bandoliers
If-your-eyes-drop-they will get atop of you!
Boots-boots-boots-boots-moving up an' down again
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-moving up an' down again

I-'ave-marched-six-weeks in Hell and certify
It-is-not-fire-devils, dark, or anything
But boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again

Try-try-try-try-to think o' something different
Oh-my-God-keep-me from going lunatic!
Boots-boots-boots-boots-moving up an' down again!
There's no discharge in the war!