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By Cabin "40" Once we were happy Now we're forlorn: We wish to Heaven We'd never been born. We read the pamphlets Our hair has turned gray. And now this is all we can say: This trip we are taking for Army morale Is giving us quite a surprise; We never had figured on a 40-day ride When we made all those tearful goodbyes. Chorus Oh, we sail through the ocean With the greatest of ease Onward toward India, the land of disease Get out your flashlights and look in your shoes And don't drink even the booze |
We looked forward to India The home of romance But all we'll get is Our pants full of ants We'll shake from our shimmies Scorpions and lice When either would really suffice This land we're approaching is mystic Stay away from the temples and cows Be friendly and take a bath daily You'll be floored by the bugs you can house. Chorus Oh, we sail through the ocean With the greatest of ease Onward toward India, the land of disease Oh we've often seen snakes That really weren't there But we'll soon find them curled in our hair. Avoid open sewers when going for a swim Remember that bugs lurk in corners so dim Sleep in your own house, under a screen And never stark naked be seen. |
The dangers we'll find there are many We'll swell and we'll itch and we'll sneeze We'll suffer from zaws, plague and dum dum We'll either perspire or freeze. Chorus Oh, we sail through the ocean With the greatest of ease Onward toward India, the land of disease Our mission is noble Our job we don't shirk. And we hope that those damn shots will work. By:- Martha Ann Goodwin Judy Fitch Sally Edge Audrey Edmonds Doris M. Farr Lewise R. Gordon Doris L. Ewing Jean Hanson Cappy Freese AMERICAN RED CROSS |
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