'Left, right, left, right! ' the sergeant booms
along the lazy river's edge
where lassies come to pick the blooms.
Through meadowsweet and grassy plumes
we march and through the muddy sedge.
'Left, right, left, right! ' the sergeant booms.
'You soldier boys are thin as brooms'
the lovely, lissom girls allege
where lassies come to pick the blooms.
'Then we shall sweep into your rooms,
we'll climb in by the window ledge'
'Left, right, left, right! ' the sergeant booms.
The roses woven on the looms
of summer fade upon the hedge
where lassies come to pick the blooms.
'In double time! ' The pace foredooms
our chance of making further pledge
'Left, right, left, right! ' the sergeant booms
where lassies come to pick the blooms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
boot camp could be...very nice poem