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The Wrist Watch Man
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He is marching dusty highways and he's riding
bitter trails,
His eyes are clear and shining and his muscles
hard as nails.
He is wearing Yankee khaki and a healthy
coat of tan,
And the chap that we are backing is the
Wrist Watch Man.
He's no parlor dude, a-prancing, he's no puny
pacifist,
And it's not for affectation there's a watch
upon his wrist.
He's a
fine two-fisted scrapper, he is pure
American,
And the backbone of the nation is the Wrist
Watch Man.
He is marching with a rifle, he is digging in
a trench.
He is swapping English phrases with a poilu
for his French;
You will find him in the Navy doing anything
he can,
For at every post of duty is the Wrist Watch
Man.
Oh, the time was that we chuckled at the soft
and flabby chap
Who wore a little wrist watch that was fas-
tened with a strap.
But the chuckles all have vanished, and with
glory now we scan
The courage and the
Watch Man.
splendor of the Wrist
laughed at, not the one
He is not the man we
who won our jeers,
He's the man that we are proud of, he's the
man that owns our cheers,
He's the finest of the finest, he's the bravest
of the clan,
And I pray for God's protection for our Wrist
Watch Man.
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KENNETH CRISP.
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