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A Happy New Year
BULLETIN
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which
made up the rank and file of that or
ganization have nearly all been dis
charged but the swing of their march
ing chants still cling to the camp,
taken out for a hike the melody of
one of the songs used by the negroes
soon springs into life and soon the
column swings along to the measure
of the simple lay.
From the several bits of harmony
introduced by the colored soldiers and
always used by them as they marched
through the camp and out over the
hills the “Work” song is the most
popular. There is not a day passes
but what the chant about “Woik don't
bother me” can be heard along the
company streets of Camp Greene.
Here are the words for the song,
and every Camp Greene soldier will
remember them,—
WORK
Work, work, work.
I don’t bother work.
Work don’t bother me;
I’m just as happy as a bumble bef.
I eats when I get hungry,
I sleeps most all the time;
I don’t give a doggone if the sun don't
ever shine.
I can go most anywhere,
I don’t pay no fare;
I can ride a freight train
Just anywhere.
I don’t bother work,
Work don’t bother me;
I’m just as happy as a bumble bee.
Here Is Our Message.
SOME LIFE
THEY ALL LEARN
When he first came to see her
He had a tender heart
And when she turned the lights down
low
They sat this far apart
But as their love grew warmer
And they learned the joys of a kiss
They knocked out all the spaces
Andsatreal closelikethis.
“The army must be a terrible
place,” said Aunt Samanthy, looking
up from the evening paper.
“What makes you think so, Saman
thy?” asked her dutiful spouse.
“Why, jest think what it must be
where beds is bunk and meals is a
mess.”—Washington Star.
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