n to Fort Monroe,
I've garrisoned Fort Hamilton and the Presidio.
I went out to the Philippines and in the Walled Citie.
I fought the Filipino War in the Coast Artillerie.

Chorus:

So make way for the red stripe man,
The pride of our armee
And let him tell the glories of
The Coast Artillerie.

About another soldier man I'd like to say a word:
He's neither fish nor flesh nor fowl, but he is a bird,
He finds his way o'er foreign seas by sun and moon and star,
But he could not find his way across the Island of Samar.

Chorus:

So make way for the web-foot man
The good U. S. Marines.
They need four guides for every man,
Out in the Philippines.

THE RED GUIDON

Come, fill up your glasses. I'll give you a toast.
We'll drink to the red and the blue,
The first in the battle, the last from its post,
Old comrades so faithful and true.
Here's to friends who have passed o'er the last long divide,
Their spirit is still marching on,
As it did in the days when we marched side by side
As we followed the red guidon.

Chorus:

Then here's to the crossed cannons, they never will run,
The limber and rolling caisson,
The clank of the collar and rumble of gun
As we follow the red guidon.

We've soldiered together, brave hearts ever true,
We've marched, we have fought and we've bled
For the dear old flag with its red, white and blue
That floats in the breeze overhead.
We've joked and we've laughed around the camp fire's red glare
From Cuba to distant Luzon,
As we told the old stories that drive away care
'Neath the folds of the red guidon.

Come, toss off your tankards, we'll drink long and deep,
Brave hearts ever gallant and true,
To friends who now rest in their long peaceful sleep,
Who once wore the red and blue.
We'll prove true in the future as they in the past,
Old comrades of gun and caisson;
We'll fight like true soldiers from first to the last
As we follow the red guidon.

Chorus:

Then here's to the crossed cannons, they never will run,
Here's the limber and rolling caisson,
The clank of the collar and rumble of gun
And Hurrah for the Red Guidon!

THE CONSCRIPT

"Life is real; life is earnest"--but a Gamble after all,
"Ten million Conscripts" are answering the Call;
Ten million men of which I am One--
What were the "odds" when "the wheel was spun"?
What were the