FIVE TROOPS OF THE SQUADRON,
(Tune—"Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines,")

Captain Vietor's troop is grand,
It likes to ride behind the band,
Perhaps that's way no horse will stand,
For E troop of the Squadron,

Chorus :
Away, away, now here we come,
Going some, chuck full of rum,
Looking for someone to put on the bum,
The five troops of the Squadron.

Captain Lull's social lights,
Sometimes drill on Thursday nights,
They'd rather skirmish at pink tea fights,
That F troop of the Squadron.

Captain Drowne can't get tight,
Though his troop drinks from morn to night,
They're always up in the morning bright,
That K troop of the Squadron.


VERSES OF 1912
(Words by Prentice Strong.)

Captain Townsend's troop is grand,
It marches right behind the band,
That may be why no horses stand,
For Troop One of A Squadron.

Captain Outerbridge's social lights,
They sometimes drill on Thursday nights,
They'd rather skirmish at pink tea fights,
In Troop Two of A Squadron.

Captain Wright can't get tight,
Though his troopers sit up and drink all night,
For they're always up in the morning bright*
In Troop Three of A Squadron.

Captain Olmsted's baby troop
He found one night in Stowe Phelps' stoop,
He nursed it through the measles and croup,
Into Troop Four of A Squadron.

Sergeant Sheldon's bunch of drunks,
Who carry machine guns in their trunks,
Will never be taken for holy monks—
The Gun Squad of A Squadron.


THE SONG OF THE COCAWAYS.

Away, away, with rum, by gum,
Here we come, here we come,
Away, away, with rum, by gum,
So Cockaway Tally-Ho !
(Repeat in ascending keys.)

June 14, 1930. Songs the Squadron Taught Me.    Connecting up
"away with rum" with a "squadron" but not the "North Atlantic Squadron".

See here: https://archive.org/details/1930songsthesquadrontaughtme/page/n5/mode/2up?q=%22full+of+rum%22