Seven, Six, Eleven, Five
Nine and twenty miles today
Four, eleven, seventeen
Thirty-two the day before
Boots, boots, boots, boots
Moving up and down again
There's no discharge in the war
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Look at what in front's of you
Boots, boots, boots, boots
Moving up and down again
Men, men, men, men
Men go mad just watching'em
There's no discharge in the war
If your eyes drop
They will get a top of you
Boots, boots, boots, boots
Moving up and down again
There's no discharge in the war
Try, try, try, try
To think of something different
Oh my God keep me from going lunatics
Boots, boots, boots, boots
Moving up and down again
There's no discharge in the war
Seven, six, eleven, five, four, seventeen, thirty-two the day before