"B" - Division
from: Songs of the Training Camps (Officer Training School)
When we heard our country calling us we volunteered for service.
It was just our simple duty, or it looked that way to us,
Though the thought of facing shell fire made us feel a trifle nervous,
And we weren't exactly anxious to be mixing in the fuss.
Now in companies, battalions, and in regiments we're drilling;
We are lettered and we're numbered for our job "across teh foam,"
But the men of "B" division weren't so ready or so willing;
While we hold the muddy trenches they'll be quartered safe at home!
Oh the men of "B" division made a safe and sane decision;
They are meek and peaceful parties and they hate to pack a gun.
They'll avoid the great collision, and we call 'em "B" division--
'Cause the'll "B" here while we're fighting,
And they'll "B" here when we're done!
They're calm, intrepid members of the club of "We should worry!"
"Let George do it!" is their motto, and they follow it, all right;
They're the ones who ducked conscription--though it put them in a flurry--
And they'll try to cop our sweethearts while we go to France and fight.
But I'd rather be a soldier who is daring blood abd slaughter,
Than to have a heart of putty and to stick at home, and know
That while other men were playing in the game across the water
I belonged to "B" division, with the guys who wouldn't go!
They have made their own decision and they're stuck in "B" division,
While we do our bit of service for the old Red, White, and Blue,
But we view 'em with derision and we call 'em "B" division,
'Cause they'll "B" here while we're fighting,
And they'll "B" here when we're through!