Recorded by Courtland and Jeffries in 1918. Up to your waist in water, Up to your eyes in slush, Using the kind of language That makes the sergeant blush-- Oh, who wouldn't join the army? That's what we all inquire! Don't we pity the poor civilian, Sitting around the fire. Oh, oh, oh--it's a lovely war. Who wouldn't be a soldier, eh? Oh, it's a shame to take the pay. As soon as reveille has gone we feel just as heavy as lead, but we never get up till the sergeant brings our breakfast up t