The Engineers
( From: Ballads of the AEF)
When the convoy crawls on a long white road,
Straight to the blazing line,
While the drivers nod as they guide their load
On where the star shells shine,
If a "two-ten" drops with a roaring crash,
The big trucks cease to roll,
And the C. 0. growls as he views the smash
And swears at the ten-foot hole!
"Job for the Engineers-
Bring up the wrecking crew,
Shovel and pick will do the trick,
Then we can go on through."
They're on the spot, you bet;
Soon, with a clash of gears,
We're on the way, for the road's 0. K.,
Fixed by the Engineers!
When the storm troops wait at the river banks,
And each stone bridge is blown,
And the stream's too deep for the fat old tanks,
And pontoons must be thrown
Where the water boils with the shell and shot,
It's "Engineers, 'toot sweet,'"
They will lose one-half of the men they've got,
But build that bridge, complete.
"Job for the Engineers-
Never you mind the loss.
Fritz has a hate, but the troops can't wait;
See that they get across,
You won't get no rewards,
Hear any shouts or cheers,
Bring up your mob, for here's a job-
Job for the Engineers."
Oh, they mend the wire where it guards the front;
They dig the dugouts deep,
And to tunnel mines is their steady stunt-
Like moles that get no sleep.
They take their chance where the gas clouds lurk,
And I'll say it appears
That darn small glory and beaucoup work
Comes to the Engineers.
"Job for the Engineers-
Something that 'can't be done,'
Nevertheless they'll do it, yes;
That's how they get their fun.
Armed with a kit of tools,
Careless of hopes or fears,
Big jobs or small, you simply call-
call for the Engineers.
---
|