The Sergeant says: "My gun is rusty,
And I guess it must be right.
But you ought to see my pick and shovel;
They are always shining bright."
Chorus:
Farewell, Bunkie, I must leave you,
And leave you mighty quick
For I'll be d----d if I can soldier
With a shovel and a pick.
There is hash that's hot, and hash that's cold;
There's hash that's new and hash that's old;
And Hash that's mixed into skilligbee;
But with me they don't agree.
Chorus:
So, Farewell, Bunkie, I must leave you,
And I leave you with a dash;
For I'll be d----d if I can soldier
On Uncle Samuel's corn beef hash.