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THE SHUT-EYE SENTRY
Sez the Junior Orderly Sergeant
To the Senior Orderly Man:
'Our Orderly Orf'cer's hokee-mut.
You 'elp 'im all you can.
For the wine was old and the night is cold,
An' the best we may go wrong,
So, 'fore 'e gits to the sentry-box,
You pass the word along.'
So it was 'Rounds! What rounds?' at two of a frosty night,
'E's 'oldin on by the sergeant's sash, but, sentry, shut your eye.
An' it was 'Pass! All's well!' Oh, ain't 'e drippin' tight!
'E'll need an affidavit pretty badly by-an'-by.
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