2.

  O’Reilly hit the bottle after six years up the pole,
  He blew himself at Casey’s place and then went in the hole,
  He drank with all the rookies and saved his face as well. 
  The whole outfit is on the bum, O’Reilly’s gone to Hell.

  Chorus: 

  3.

  O’Reilly swiped a blanket and shoved it up I hear;
  He shoved it for a dollar and invested that in beer,
  He licked a coffee cooler because he said he’d tell,
  He’s ten days absent without leave, O’Reilly’s gone to Hell.

  Chorus: 

  4.

  They’ll try him by Court Martial, he’ll never get a chance
  To tell them how his mother died or some such song and dance. 
  He’ll soon be in Company “Q” a-sleeping in a cell
  A big red “P” stamped on his back, O’Reilly’s gone to Hell.

ON THE “BORDER”

  This is the Land
  That God forgot. 
      Arizona. 
  This is the land
  That the Devil be-got. 
      Arizona. 
  In respects, it’s possibly
  Better than Hell,
      In Naco. 
  Hot air, mixed
  With sulphur smell,
      In Naco. 
  There every acre
  Is desert sand,
    To take the place
    Of the “Brim-stone” Land. 
      In Hell. 
  Also, we have the Prickley-pear,
      In Naco. 
  Sage-brush and cacti
    That might compare
  To pitch-forks. 
  But should you ask me
  Where I’d dwell—­
  Naco, or in that place below—­
  Just three words
  From my mouth would flow: 
      “Me for Hell.” 
  Conditions are settled
  Down in Hell;
  While on the Border,
  You never can tell. 
  Arizona! 
      Hell, yes! 
  No watchful waiting,
  No peace at a price,
      Like Naco. 
  The Devil’s policy
  Is firm and concise,
      In Hell. 
  No friendly raids,
  Nor Mexican strife;
      Like Naco. 
  One’s die is cast: 
  To boil for Life,
      In Hell. 
  In case of trouble,
  Of any kind,—­
      The Devil acts
  Without change of mind. 
      Naco—­Hell. 
  Think of the wonderful
  Peace Sublime,
      In Hell. 
  I only wish
  That peace were mine.

ROUTINE

  (From a Marine’s Diary.)

  5:05 A. M.—­First call
  I heard the First Call sound, and then—­
  Just yawned and went to sleep again.

  5:10 A. M.—­Reveille
  At Reveille I shook the dope,
  Broke out a towel and a hunk of soap.

  5:20 A. M.—­Roll call
  My name rang out upon the air;
  I hollered, “Here,” for I was “there.”

  5:25 A. M.—­Setting-up exercise
  Took exercise, without a rest;
  I like the Breathing Movement best.

  5:45 A. M.—­Chow
  Oh, what a difference breakfast makes! 
  ’Twas Punk and Java, Dog and Cakes.