Boots by Rudyard Kipling: A Poem About Soldiers Marching
1 min War & conflict
1 min War & conflict
Seven, six, eleven, five, nine and twenty miles today, four, eleven, seventeen, thirty-two the day before.
Boot, boot, boot, boot. Moving up and down again.
There's no discharge in the war. Don't, don't, don't, don't look at what's in front of you.
Boot, boot, boot, boot. Moving up and down again.
Men, men, men, men. Men go mad with watching 'em.
There's no discharge in the war. If your eyes drop, they will get atop of you.
Boot, boot, boot, boot. Moving up and down again.
There's no discharge in the war.
Try, try, try, try to think of something different.
Oh, my God, creep, people going lunatic.
Boot, boot, boot, boot. Moving up and down again.
There's no discharge in the war.
Seven, six, eleven, five, four, seventeen, thirty-two the day before.
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