. History and rhymes of the lost battalion . n and the rain. When Bang! came a shot from right under our there lay the Pirate Gun fully cries of rage we closed in on the Hun,And that was the end of the Pirate Gun. nixe Buck Im a lucky son-of-a-gun, Im the guy that had the fun, My clothes were never spick and span, I was just Plain Buck—-The Fightin Man. I should worry if my feet were cooties made their nests in my the Captain cussed me every day,I went right along in my own plain way, I fought the battle of Ole Vin Roo—And was in on the drive on Army Stew,

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. History and rhymes of the lost battalion . n and the rain. When Bang! came a shot from right under our there lay the Pirate Gun fully cries of rage we closed in on the Hun,And that was the end of the Pirate Gun. nixe Buck Im a lucky son-of-a-gun, Im the guy that had the fun, My clothes were never spick and span, I was just Plain Buck—-The Fightin Man. I should worry if my feet were cooties made their nests in my the Captain cussed me every day,I went right along in my own plain way, I fought the battle of Ole Vin Roo—And was in on the drive on Army Stew,No hampered looeys ever broke my heart,I just stalled along and did my part. Whenever the boys felt homesick and call on me for a story or two,I made them laugh with my song and dance,And helped put some sunshine in Rainy OleFrance. *Rhyme$ of a Lost Battalion Doughboy* a c^ I never craved for rank or fame,I always took things just as they I earned a title that will always stick;Plain Ole Buck,--Cham-pion Gold *Rhymes of a Lost Battalion Doughboy*

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