Said the soldier to the sergeant: “Do you think they’ll send me back?
For I really ain’t adapted to be carrying a pack,
Though I’ve humped a case of whisky half a mile upon me back.”
                And the sergeant said
                “That’s lead.”

“And me legs have swelled up cruel, I can hardly walk at all;
But when the Taubes come over you should see me start to crawl;
When we’s sprinting for the dug-out, I can easy beat ’em all.”
                And the sergeant said
                “That’s lead.”

So they sent him to the trenches, where he landed safe and sound,
And he drew his ammunition, just about two-fifty round.
“Oh, sergeant, what’s this heavy stuff I’ve got to hump around?”
                And the sergeant said
                “That’s lead.”