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We are Fred Cano's army
What bloody use are we?
We cannot fight, we cannot shoot
So we joined the infantry
But when we get to Berlin
The Kaiser, he will say
"Hoch, hoch, mein Gott, what a jolly fine lot"
Ah, the ragtime infantry
We are Fred Cano's army
A jolly lot are we
Fred Cano, he's our captain
Jolly chaplain, all who see
But when we get to Berlin
The Kaiser, he will say
"Hoch, hoch, mein Gott, what a jolly fine lot"
Ah, the boys of company see