[U.S. Army] Antiaircraft Journal, Vol. 73 (September, 1930), p. 285:

"This camp song was concocted, in part, by a few of the boys of Battery 'A,' 211th Coast Artillery (AA), (the old First Corps Cadets), Maine N. G.   Colonel Dusenbury sent it in with the advice that some verses are to be sung with fervor, others lowly and sweetly, but that the last line of each verse is sung at the top of your lungs. The 211th hopes that it may cheer up other organizations.

                                             CAMP SONG
                                           Air: Old King Cole

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his Privates three.
BEER, BEER, BEER, said the Privates,
Merry men are we.
There's none so rare as can compare with the Coast Artillery.

                                     2.
(Repeat first four lines and add):
And he called for his Corporals three;
GIDDAP, GIDDAP, said the Corporals,
BEER, BEER, BEER, said the Privates,
Merry men are we.
There's none so rare as can compare with the Coast Artillery.

                                     3.
(Repeat first four lines and add):
And he called for his Sergeants three;
FORWARD, RIGHT BY SQUADS, said the Sergeants,
GIDDAP, GIDDAP, said the Corporals,
BEER, BEER, BEER, said the Privates,
Merry men are we.
There's none so rare as can compare with the Coast Artillery.

                                    4.
(Repeat first four lines and add):
And he called for his 'LIEU-ES' three;
We do all the work said the 'LIEU-ES.'
(Repeat lines for Sergeants, Corporals, and Privates)
Merry men are we.
There's none so rare as can compare with the Coast Artillery. "