America

Ballad of Rodger Young
Frank Loesser

Oh, they've got no time for glory in the Infantry.Oh, they've got no use for praises loudly sung.But in every soldier's heart in all the InfantryShines the name, shines the name of Rodger Young.(Shines the name, Rodger Young!Fought and died for the men he marched among.To the everlasting glory of the Infantry.Lives the story of Private Rodger Young.)Caught in ambush lay a company of riflemenJust grenades against machine guns in the gloom.Caught in ambush till this one of twenty riflemenVolunteered, volunteered to meet his doom.Volunteered, Rodger Young!Fought and died for the men he marched among.In the everlasting annals of the InfantryGlows the last deed of Private Rodger Young.(It was he who drew the fire of the enemyThat a company of men might live to fight.And before the deadly fire of the enemyStood the man, stood the man we hail tonight.)On the island of New Georgia in the SolomonsStands a simple wooden cross alone to tell.That beneath the silent coral of the SolomonsSleeps a man, sleeps a man remembered well.Sleeps a man, Rodger Young!Fought and died for the men he marched among.In the everlasting spirit of the InfantryBreathes the spirit of Private Rodger Young.No, they've got no time for glory in the Infantry.No, they've got no use for praises loudly sung.But in every soldier's heart in all the InfantryShines the name, shines the name of Rodger Young.Shines the name, Rodger Young!Fought and died for the men he marched among.To the everlasting glory of the InfantryLives the story of Private Rodger Young.