Skott Karlsson Posted February 11, 2001 Share Posted February 11, 2001 For all you grognards out there. Does anyone know the title of that song that I believe starts out something like... 'Over hill, over dale.. We will hit the dusty trail as the cassions go rolling along' My apologies in advance if I butchered the lyrics in any way. ~Skott~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skott Karlsson Posted February 11, 2001 Author Share Posted February 11, 2001 For all you grognards out there. Does anyone know the title of that song that I believe starts out something like... 'Over hill, over dale.. We will hit the dusty trail as the cassions go rolling along' My apologies in advance if I butchered the lyrics in any way. ~Skott~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bullethead Posted February 11, 2001 Share Posted February 11, 2001 Generally that's called the "Field Artillery Song". It might have a more precise name but I don't know it. ------------------ -Bullethead In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, in water there is bacteria. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bullethead Posted February 11, 2001 Share Posted February 11, 2001 Generally that's called the "Field Artillery Song". It might have a more precise name but I don't know it. ------------------ -Bullethead In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, in water there is bacteria. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Forever Babra Posted February 11, 2001 Share Posted February 11, 2001 The Field Artillery Song is correct. Not as fun as Kipling's "Screw Guns", but catchy... Over hill, over dale, As we hit the dusty trail And those Caissons go rolling along! In and out, hear them shout, Counter march and right about And those Caissons go rolling along! Then it's hi, hi, hee, In the field artillery Shout out your numbers loud and strong, Where'er you go, You will always know That those Caissons go rolling along! In the storm, in the night, Action left or action right See those Caissons go rolling along! Limber front, limber rear, Prepare to mount your cannoneer And those Caissons go rolling along! Then it's hi, hi, hee, In the field artillery Shout out your numbers loud and strong, Where'er you go, You will always know That those Caissons go rolling along! Was it high, was it low, Where the hell did that one go? As those Caissons go rolling along! Was it left, was it right, Now we won't get home tonight And those Caissons go rolling along! Then it's hi, hi, hee, In the field artillery Shout out your numbers loud and strong, Where'er you go, You will always know That those Caissons go rolling along! And of course, Kipling... Smoking my pipe on the mountings, Sniffing the morning cool, I walks in my old brown gaiters, Along 'o my own brown mule; With seventy odd Gunners behind me, An' never a beggar forgets That it's only the pick of the Army; That handles the dear little pets .... For you all loves the Screw Guns, The Screw Guns they all loves you So when we calls round with a few guns Of cause you will know what to do - hoo Just send in your Chief and surrender 'Tis worse if you fights or you runs, You may go where you please; You can skid up the trees But you don't get away from the guns. They sends us along where the roads are, But mostly we goes where they 'aint, We'd climb up the side of a sign board An' trust to the stick 'o the paint; We've chivied the Naga and Looshai, We've give the Afreedeeman fits, For we fancies ourself at two thousand, We guns that are built in two bits For you all loves the Screw Guns, The Screw Guns they all loves you So when we calls round with a few guns Of cause you will know what to do - hoo Just send in your Chief and surrender 'Tis worse if you fights or you runs, You may go where you please; You can skid up the trees But you don't get away from the guns. If a man won't work, why we drills 'im An' teaches 'im 'ow to behave, If a beggar can't march why we kills him And rattles 'im into his grave; You've got to stand up to our business, An' spring without snatching or fuss, D'you say that you sweat with the field guns By God you must lather with us. For you all loves the Screw Guns, The Screw Guns they all loves you So when we calls round with a few guns Of cause you will know what to do - hoo Just send in your Chief and surrender 'Tis worse if you fights or you runs, You may go where you please; You can skid up the trees But you don't get away from the guns. The eagles is screamin' around us The river's a moanin' below We're clear of the pine an' the oak scrub We're out on the rocks an' the snow And the wind is as thin as a whiplash That carries away to the plains The rattle and stamp of the lead mules The jinklety-jink 'o the chains For you all loves the Screw Guns, The Screw Guns they all loves you So when we calls round with a few guns Of cause you will know what to do - hoo Just send in your Chief and surrender 'Tis worse if you fights or you runs, You may go where you please; You can skid up the trees But you don't get away from the guns. Theres a wheel on the Horns 'o the Morning, An' a wheel on the edge of the pit, An' a drop into nothing beneath you, As straight as a beggar can spit, Wi' the sweat runnin' out 'o your shirt sleeves An' the sun off the snow in your face An' 'alf 'o the men on the drag ropes To hold the old gun in 'er place For you all loves the Screw Guns, The Screw Guns they all loves you So when we calls round with a few guns Of cause you will know what to do - hoo Just send in your Chief and surrender 'Tis worse if you fights or you runs, You may go where you please; You can skid up the trees But you don't get away from the guns. Smoking my pipe on the mountings Sniffing the morning cool I climbs in mi' old brown gaiters Along 'o my old brown mule The monkey can say what our road was, The wild goat 'e knows where we passed, Stand Easy, you long eared old Darlin's Out drag ropes, wi' shrapnel - Hold fast For you all loves the Screw Guns The Screw Guns they all love you So when we takes tea with a few guns Of cause you will know what to do - hoo Just send in your Chief and surrender 'Tis worse if you fights or you runs, You may hide in your caves They'll be only your graves For you CAN'T get away from the GUNS. [This message has been edited by Forever Babra (edited 02-11-2001).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Forever Babra Posted February 11, 2001 Share Posted February 11, 2001 The Field Artillery Song is correct. Not as fun as Kipling's "Screw Guns", but catchy... Over hill, over dale, As we hit the dusty trail And those Caissons go rolling along! In and out, hear them shout, Counter march and right about And those Caissons go rolling along! Then it's hi, hi, hee, In the field artillery Shout out your numbers loud and strong, Where'er you go, You will always know That those Caissons go rolling along! In the storm, in the night, Action left or action right See those Caissons go rolling along! Limber front, limber rear, Prepare to mount your cannoneer And those Caissons go rolling along! Then it's hi, hi, hee, In the field artillery Shout out your numbers loud and strong, Where'er you go, You will always know That those Caissons go rolling along! Was it high, was it low, Where the hell did that one go? As those Caissons go rolling along! Was it left, was it right, Now we won't get home tonight And those Caissons go rolling along! Then it's hi, hi, hee, In the field artillery Shout out your numbers loud and strong, Where'er you go, You will always know That those Caissons go rolling along! And of course, Kipling... Smoking my pipe on the mountings, Sniffing the morning cool, I walks in my old brown gaiters, Along 'o my own brown mule; With seventy odd Gunners behind me, An' never a beggar forgets That it's only the pick of the Army; That handles the dear little pets .... For you all loves the Screw Guns, The Screw Guns they all loves you So when we calls round with a few guns Of cause you will know what to do - hoo Just send in your Chief and surrender 'Tis worse if you fights or you runs, You may go where you please; You can skid up the trees But you don't get away from the guns. They sends us along where the roads are, But mostly we goes where they 'aint, We'd climb up the side of a sign board An' trust to the stick 'o the paint; We've chivied the Naga and Looshai, We've give the Afreedeeman fits, For we fancies ourself at two thousand, We guns that are built in two bits For you all loves the Screw Guns, The Screw Guns they all loves you So when we calls round with a few guns Of cause you will know what to do - hoo Just send in your Chief and surrender 'Tis worse if you fights or you runs, You may go where you please; You can skid up the trees But you don't get away from the guns. If a man won't work, why we drills 'im An' teaches 'im 'ow to behave, If a beggar can't march why we kills him And rattles 'im into his grave; You've got to stand up to our business, An' spring without snatching or fuss, D'you say that you sweat with the field guns By God you must lather with us. For you all loves the Screw Guns, The Screw Guns they all loves you So when we calls round with a few guns Of cause you will know what to do - hoo Just send in your Chief and surrender 'Tis worse if you fights or you runs, You may go where you please; You can skid up the trees But you don't get away from the guns. The eagles is screamin' around us The river's a moanin' below We're clear of the pine an' the oak scrub We're out on the rocks an' the snow And the wind is as thin as a whiplash That carries away to the plains The rattle and stamp of the lead mules The jinklety-jink 'o the chains For you all loves the Screw Guns, The Screw Guns they all loves you So when we calls round with a few guns Of cause you will know what to do - hoo Just send in your Chief and surrender 'Tis worse if you fights or you runs, You may go where you please; You can skid up the trees But you don't get away from the guns. Theres a wheel on the Horns 'o the Morning, An' a wheel on the edge of the pit, An' a drop into nothing beneath you, As straight as a beggar can spit, Wi' the sweat runnin' out 'o your shirt sleeves An' the sun off the snow in your face An' 'alf 'o the men on the drag ropes To hold the old gun in 'er place For you all loves the Screw Guns, The Screw Guns they all loves you So when we calls round with a few guns Of cause you will know what to do - hoo Just send in your Chief and surrender 'Tis worse if you fights or you runs, You may go where you please; You can skid up the trees But you don't get away from the guns. Smoking my pipe on the mountings Sniffing the morning cool I climbs in mi' old brown gaiters Along 'o my old brown mule The monkey can say what our road was, The wild goat 'e knows where we passed, Stand Easy, you long eared old Darlin's Out drag ropes, wi' shrapnel - Hold fast For you all loves the Screw Guns The Screw Guns they all love you So when we takes tea with a few guns Of cause you will know what to do - hoo Just send in your Chief and surrender 'Tis worse if you fights or you runs, You may hide in your caves They'll be only your graves For you CAN'T get away from the GUNS. [This message has been edited by Forever Babra (edited 02-11-2001).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dogface Posted February 11, 2001 Share Posted February 11, 2001 "The Caisson Song" by Brig. Gen. E.L. Gruber this song was adapted by H.W. Arberg into the army song "The Army Goes Rolling Along" March along, sing our song with the Army of the free Count the brave, count the true, who have fought to victory. We're the Army and proud of our name; We're the Army and proudly proclaim: First to fight for the right, and to build the Nation's might, And the Army Goes Rolling Along Proud of all we have done, Fighting till the battle's won, And the Army Goes Rolling Along CHORUS: Then it's hi, hi, hey! The Army's on its way Count off the cadence loud and strong (two, three) For wher-e'er we go, You will always know that the Army Goes Rolling Along Valley Forge, Custer's ranks, San Juan hill and Patton's tanks, And the Army went rolling along. Minute men from the start, Always fighting from the heart, And the Army keeps rolling along. CHORUS Men in rags, men who froze, still that Army met its foes, And the Army went rolling along. Faith in God, then we're right, And we'sll fight with all our might, As the Army keeps rolling along. CHORUS (the third chorus should be sung slower) + (Keep it rolling) And The Army Goes Rolling Along. ------------------ Berlin calling, Berlin calling, when Berlin calls it pays to listen..... ----------------------------------------- http://ponyshow.com some screenshots [This message has been edited by Dogface (edited 02-11-2001).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dogface Posted February 11, 2001 Share Posted February 11, 2001 "The Caisson Song" by Brig. Gen. E.L. Gruber this song was adapted by H.W. Arberg into the army song "The Army Goes Rolling Along" March along, sing our song with the Army of the free Count the brave, count the true, who have fought to victory. We're the Army and proud of our name; We're the Army and proudly proclaim: First to fight for the right, and to build the Nation's might, And the Army Goes Rolling Along Proud of all we have done, Fighting till the battle's won, And the Army Goes Rolling Along CHORUS: Then it's hi, hi, hey! The Army's on its way Count off the cadence loud and strong (two, three) For wher-e'er we go, You will always know that the Army Goes Rolling Along Valley Forge, Custer's ranks, San Juan hill and Patton's tanks, And the Army went rolling along. Minute men from the start, Always fighting from the heart, And the Army keeps rolling along. CHORUS Men in rags, men who froze, still that Army met its foes, And the Army went rolling along. Faith in God, then we're right, And we'sll fight with all our might, As the Army keeps rolling along. CHORUS (the third chorus should be sung slower) + (Keep it rolling) And The Army Goes Rolling Along. ------------------ Berlin calling, Berlin calling, when Berlin calls it pays to listen..... ----------------------------------------- http://ponyshow.com some screenshots [This message has been edited by Dogface (edited 02-11-2001).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bullethead Posted February 12, 2001 Share Posted February 12, 2001 Because we seem to be in the mood to type arty song lyrics, I guess I need to chip in. After WW1, "The Field Artillery Song" was changed to reflect motorization. Most of the verses remained the same; the only different one I can recall was: See the red guidon stuck on the outside of the truck Motor trucks with the pieces hooked on Stop to fix up a flat or to get the captain's hat Motor trucks with the pieces hooked on ------------------ -Bullethead In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, in water there is bacteria. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bullethead Posted February 12, 2001 Share Posted February 12, 2001 Because we seem to be in the mood to type arty song lyrics, I guess I need to chip in. After WW1, "The Field Artillery Song" was changed to reflect motorization. Most of the verses remained the same; the only different one I can recall was: See the red guidon stuck on the outside of the truck Motor trucks with the pieces hooked on Stop to fix up a flat or to get the captain's hat Motor trucks with the pieces hooked on ------------------ -Bullethead In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, in water there is bacteria. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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