The Hawaiian gazette. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1865-1918, 1914-03-10

giving to the Song Of the snowbrd II was published
the United states saowbrd IN army psranes Is ma
'nlists in the fall and deserts in the spring.)
Z. I'm 1eayin the army behind me-
I'm httn' the road to-day; -
served four months and learned ali their stunts
@ So I'm over the hill and away;
For it aim 7 no place for white man
had to walk straight and couldn't sleep late, as
50 how Ass Ss Su SSmf %' % S. my
That the service Is cruel and hard
j was driven to leave il, IL you don 7 believe Il
just go and ask Bailey Mhlardi t
IT," Who is hel Why, man, don i you know Rimi
He writes for the big magaznesi i.H
They call him faksr and dirty muck,raker
But you bet, he says what he meansl a
=. And he sure does savoy the army
Z. ~ - From kitchen police to guard ~
He's n hgh-minled youth full Of pity and ruth
And his breath smells with the essence Of truth
. . He tells the civilians about us, s. ,s.a
- He gives Fem the facts good and hard;
Why, no one would know they re abusn Us so
r., IL it wasn't for Bailey Mllardi ~ -.-.. .l
. . aaI, had to work just like a farm hand r ia
That 8 why you re SEEM me here; ~. ~
I've plugged with hoe for an hour rs r. "a.
AS much as three days in the year;
..G, And the kitchen police corker-- .'. ,a.#
> *. ! worked like a hired girl there; .n
had to wash dishes three hours a week ..ui@
When i think Of il m too tired to speak,
And they treat you just like common people , +;
- They don't show the slightest regard " s.E
They don I call you "Mister Look at this bster!-
They've been to and I'll tell my big sister,
Here take another drink pardl f.. '"'E
Just open your throttle swallow the bottle "
We're drlnkin to Bailey Willard,
T" There's stiff there they call the top sergeant
Each morning he makes report;
If you re absent from drl you land in the mill
Aud go to the summary court;
' And was regular caller, RI. -. .... I..'a'
In spite Of the best could do
missed review and guard mount, too,
, But was right ON the job when the call blew;
And the corporas they the limit!
aL II yon'd see 'em you'd say So too sl. ~
.swell,headed chsps-boot,lickin yaps-
Won't let You smoke cigarettes after taps &
And the sergeants are rude and uncutured-
To he feathe and tar +
From their hats TO their boots they nothing
III leave it to Bailey Willard
And i IN httfn the highway, ,..s 5.H
But somehow don Z feel right #E#t
For they We bad me mugged and | m apt to bo jagged
And We got to keep well out Of sight;
But I've learned a few things from the papers
I used to be simple yon-- - -, ~, ~.
believed like u fool in the Golden Rule ,N.
And tho other stuff taught in the Sunday school,
But I've become educated ~
IN glad that my brains gettin hard
read for Bible the stuff thev call libel Is"
It's written by Bailey Willard. .|'
If Bailey Willard should get busy +.
And visit the army some day "a
And what a terrible life lead .'f y.
God only knows what he would sayl s.. .: ~
He'd see the poor soldiers all woTkin like slaves
He'd weep ut their ptful lot -. ~. %
lie squnt through his at the lettering wrecks,
Chains on their ankles and Jokes their nects- -
And my, what a welcome they d give hint
They d dip all the colors they we Qotl
The would all shoot in a roaring salute
They d give him three cheers and tiger to boot
They'd hold review and inspection
Sound a flourish and turn out the guard-
To welcome the youth from the temple of truth, ~
The sanctiRcd Bailey Mllardl ',..-