A World War II song from 1944
Words and music by Irving Berlin
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
There are no wings on a fox-hole
If it’s where you happen to be
While the shells are flying, it’s doing or dying
For the men of the Infantry
There are no wheels on your tootsies
When you march from night ’till the dawn
Twenty miles of hiking is not to your liking
But the foot soldier marches on
From the night ’till the dawn
The foot soldier marches on
There’s a sharp end on your rifle
When you’re close to your enemy
At that close up meeting
There is no retreating
For the Men of the Infantry
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: