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Ode To! The Cavalry
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O NCE I met an Aggie,
A handsome lad was he,
And he taught me how
To drink black beer
Instead of Just sip tea.
O N his hand he wore a ring,
A diamond on his shoulder shone,
His boots were sleek
And always reeked
Of Cavalry cologne.
H E took me out to Uncle Ed’s
To meet the Cavalry;
And they dubbed me
“Fancy Nancy”
An “A” troop Ornery.
N OW the major was a carefree lad
And true Aggie underneath;
So on my lips
He planted a kiss
With his chin strap ’tween my teeth!
T HEN back to the sisters he sent me,
To tea-town far away.
He wrote me a letter.
But even better,
Came to see me the following day.
O UT at Scholz's garden
We guzzled that good black brew
And danced ground
O’er ail the ground.
Like the hot-Xoot frat rats do.
I GAVE him a Scotch and soda
To loosen him up a bit.
But the stuff was so strong
It wasn’t long
’Til the major was radiantly lit.
JUNE, 1942
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' Fdncy Nancy
rpHEN back to Bryan w£nt Buddy,
i And home to Ma went me,
My Pop declared
His gal should be spared
The scourge of the Cavalry.
O VER to College I went
To see the “A” troopers once more
And join in the fun •
Which had really begun
|t i 4 A full two weeks befor^.
T HE major had a wonderful time.
Until the black brew was gone.
Then he bellowed for more
And kicked holes in thp floor
With his yonk-swabbirig leggin’s on.
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W E danced and sang and rolled our
And had one hellufa brawl,.
We took off our shoes,:
And drank gallons of'brew
And stuck Bud labels ilII over the ^
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B UT the major was most inconsistent
One minute I thought he was mine,
And then,' by heck, ,
He pouted beer down my neck,
And ignored me the teft of the time
S O here I am back in*tea-town
With circles down to my chin.
And I feel like hell, ,\ /
But i know damned well
I’d go through it all again.
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Y story has no message.
But if it did it would be—
God help the wife
Who lives the life
Of a man in the Cavalry!
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