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"He's a crackerjack, the man behind the gun." By Bob Breeze. We steamed from Newport News On our record-breaking cruise; Old Uncle Robley leading, in the Conn. Teddy R. was heard to say, In his blunt and strenuous way: "He's a Crackerjack, the man behind the gun!" Chorus - - He's always, day or night, Fit for frolic or for fight, He's a Crackerjack, the man behind the gun. In jolly Buenos Ayres, The damsels (say! they're fairies!) Came, with their old Duennas, to the fun; And they said, with fan and eye, As we gaily waved good bye, "He's a Crackerjack, the man behind the gun!" At Magdalena Bay We shot the hours away And knocked the record higher than a kite; Twenty-five straight shorts were hits; Oh, you bet your last two-bits, We got there "Fit for frolic or for fight. In 'Frisco, men of wealth Say: "Jack, here's to you health!" Not even a marine can spend his "Mon." While the Native Daughters, all, Slender, buxom, short or tall, Smile sweetly on the man behind the gun. |
