From "The Rasp: [Yearbook of] The Cavalry School, the Army of the United States," Fort Riley, Kans., 1928, p. 261:


                                     OLD KING COLE
                (With apologies to The Royal Field Artillery)

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.

B-e-e-r. b-e-e-r, BEER said the Privates
Merry, merry men are we
There was no one there that could compare
With the (Umpthieth) Cavalree.

[As usual:]

Corporals...'O-n-e, t-w-o, t-h-r-e-e'

Sergeants...'Four, right by fours'

Shavetails...'We got too much work'

Captains...'We want three months' leave'

Majors...'What's our next command?'

Colonels...'How do you fix these spurs?'

Generals...'The Army's gone to Hell.'

"Begin all over and continue Ad Nauseum [sic] or until the inspiration gives out."