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Clipping: ""Service Of The Rear"" Page 1
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SERVICE OF THE REAR We don't know who wrote this, but we are very certain that it has been written. As proof we have on hand some 5,489 copies, more or less, sent us by admiring friends all the way from last-class privates to colonels. It has certainly made a hit in the since-rechristened S.O.R., and we are glad to pass it on to the boys further up and the folks further back. When this cruel war is over And the boys go marching home, I'm afraid I'll be an outcast And forever have to roam; When wound chevrons they exhibit, And their service stripes of gold, And they tell admiring lassies Of their doughty deeds and bold, I'll be missing from the circle And nobody there will hear How I--I was but a hero In the SERVICE OF THE REAR. CHORUS For I'm an S.O.R. boy--also an S.O.L., I never pulled a trigger, or sent a Boche to hell; I never saw a dugout, in fact was never near-- For I performed my duty in the SERVICE OF THE REAR. When we passed that Glorious Statue That our liberties uphold, We looked forward to the future With ardent spirits bold; We prated on Democracy And the freedom of the seas, And how we'd get the Kaiser And bring him to his knees; How we'd face the German legions Without a trace of fear-- But, ah, we had not reasoned With the SERVICE OF THE REAR. CHORUS For I'm an S.O.R. boy--also an S.O.L., I never saw a battle, nor heard a screaming shell; The only Hun I ever saw was a prisoner de guerre, A-working just as I was in the SERVICE OF THE REAR. I've done some provost duty, Took a turn in warehouse "A"; Hit up the docks at midnight When the front was short of hay. I've set up locomotives, Then built a mile of track; Chopped wood and dug some ditcheS Just to keep from getting slack; But though I've done my duty As I saw it straight and clear, I shall never get a medal In the SERVICE OF THE REAR. CHORUS For I'm an S.O.R. boy--also an S.O.L., But I've always done my duty and I've tried to do it well; So I hope at the finale they will grant my prayer so dear And let me kick the Kaiser in the SERVICE OF THE REAR.
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SERVICE OF THE REAR We don't know who wrote this, but we are very certain that it has been written. As proof we have on hand some 5,489 copies, more or less, sent us by admiring friends all the way from last-class privates to colonels. It has certainly made a hit in the since-rechristened S.O.R., and we are glad to pass it on to the boys further up and the folks further back. When this cruel war is over And the boys go marching home, I'm afraid I'll be an outcast And forever have to roam; When wound chevrons they exhibit, And their service stripes of gold, And they tell admiring lassies Of their doughty deeds and bold, I'll be missing from the circle And nobody there will hear How I--I was but a hero In the SERVICE OF THE REAR. CHORUS For I'm an S.O.R. boy--also an S.O.L., I never pulled a trigger, or sent a Boche to hell; I never saw a dugout, in fact was never near-- For I performed my duty in the SERVICE OF THE REAR. When we passed that Glorious Statue That our liberties uphold, We looked forward to the future With ardent spirits bold; We prated on Democracy And the freedom of the seas, And how we'd get the Kaiser And bring him to his knees; How we'd face the German legions Without a trace of fear-- But, ah, we had not reasoned With the SERVICE OF THE REAR. CHORUS For I'm an S.O.R. boy--also an S.O.L., I never saw a battle, nor heard a screaming shell; The only Hun I ever saw was a prisoner de guerre, A-working just as I was in the SERVICE OF THE REAR. I've done some provost duty, Took a turn in warehouse "A"; Hit up the docks at midnight When the front was short of hay. I've set up locomotives, Then built a mile of track; Chopped wood and dug some ditcheS Just to keep from getting slack; But though I've done my duty As I saw it straight and clear, I shall never get a medal In the SERVICE OF THE REAR. CHORUS For I'm an S.O.R. boy--also an S.O.L., But I've always done my duty and I've tried to do it well; So I hope at the finale they will grant my prayer so dear And let me kick the Kaiser in the SERVICE OF THE REAR.
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