When the steel ends, across the deep blue sea, Lord, I was ridden with no submarine.
Was ridden with no submarine.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
My home in the trenches, living in a big dugout.
Lord, my home in the trenches, living in a big dugout.
Home in the trenches, living in a big dugout.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
We went hiking to the fine line.
Lord, I was standing here, men were crying.
Standing here, men were crying.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
We went hiking to old Mount Steg Hill.
Lord, forty thousand soldiers called out to drill.
Forty thousand soldiers called out to drill.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
I went to Belgium, blowed my bugle horn.
Lord, time I blowed, my little Germany gone.
Time I blowed, my little Germany gone.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
We went to Berlin, went with all our will.
Lord, if a white dog get him, the *** certainly will.
White dog get him, the *** certainly will.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Last old boy put all kinds of seed.
Lord, he's calling them German lads way longer when.
Calling them German lads way longer when.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Lord, here you come with the headlight down.
Lord, here you come with the headlight down.
Here you come with the headlight down.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Going to women, no, no compree.
Lord, the women in Pratt-Holland, no compree.
The women in Pratt-Holland, no compree.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Storming on the sea, like rain in here.
Storming on us in.
Rain in here, storming on us in.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Well, the blog, Big Bell, Saddle-Ton lies.
Many a soldier, Lord, is dead and gone.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hold him in the morning, kiss him in the night.
Lord, hit him in the head, make him read the magazine right.
Hit him in the head, make him read the magazine right.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Two songs by John Bray, better known as Big Nigg,
near Morgan City, Louisiana.
October 17, 1934.
Sung by Library of Washington.