RODGER YOUNG a.k.a. THE BALLAD OF RODGER YOUNG
Words and music by Frank Loesser, ©1945.
As sung by Nelson Eddy

Oh, they've got no time for glory in the infantry.
Oh, they've got no use for praises loudly sung,
But in every soldier's heart in all the infantry,
Shines the name, shines the name of Rodger Young,
Shines the name Rodger Young,
Fought and died for the men he marched among.
To the everlasting glory of the infantry,
Lives the story of Private Rodger Young.

Caught in ambush lay a company of riflemen,
Just grenades against machine guns in the gloom,
Caught in ambush till this one of twenty riflemen
Volunteered, volunteered to meet his doom,
Volunteered, Rodger Young,
Fought and died for the men he marched among.
In the everlasting annals of the infantry,
Glows the last deed of Private Rodger Young.

It was he who drew the fire of the enemy
That a company of men might live to fight,
And before the deadly fire of the enemy,
Stood the man, stood the man we hail tonight,
Stood the man, Rodger Young,
Fought and died for the men he marched among.
Like the everlasting courage of the infantry,
Was the courage of Private Rodger Young.

On the island of New Georgia in the Solomons
Stands a simple wooden cross alone to tell
That beneath the silent coral of the Solomons
Sleeps a man, sleeps a man remembered well,
Sleeps a man, Rodger Young,
Fought and died for the men he marched among.
In the everlasting spirit of the infantry,
Breathes the spirit of Private Rodger Young.