<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">As the Trucks Go Rollin' By</h1><p class="byline"> LIEUT. L. W. SUCKERT. A.S., U.S.A. <br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/><span class="smallcaps">IN The Stars And Stripes</span>, A.E.F.,<span class="smallcaps"> France</span></p><div class="stanza"><p class="line">THERE'S a rumble an' a jumble an' a humpin' an' a thud,</p><p class="line">As I wakens from my restless sleep here in my bed o' mud,</p><p class="line">'N' I pull my blankets tighter underneath my shelter fly,</p><p class="line">An' I listen to the thunder o' the trucks a-rollin' by.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">They're jumpin' and they're humpin' through the inky gloom o' night,</p><p class="line">'N' I wonder how them drivers see without a gum o' light;</p><p class="line">I c'n hear the clutches roarin' as they throw the gears in high,</p><p class="line">Arid the radiators boilin' as the trucks go rollin' by.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">There's some a-draggin' cannons, you c'n spot the sound all right;</p><p class="line">The rumblin' ones is heavies, an' the rattly ones is light;</p><p class="line">The clinkin' shells is pointin' up their noses at the sky;</p><p class="line">Oh, you c'n tell what's passin' as the trucks go rollin' by.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">But most of 'em is packin' loads o' human Yankee freight</p><p class="line">That'll slam the ol' soft pedal ontuh Heinie's Hymn o' Hate;</p><p class="line">You c'n hear 'em singin' "Dixie," and the "Sweet Bye 'n' Bye,"</p><p class="line">'N' "Where Do We Go From Here, Boys?" as the trucks go rollin' by.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Some's singin' songs as, when I left, they wasn't even ripe,</p><p class="line">(A-showin' 'at they's rookies wot ain't got a service stripe);</p><p class="line">But jus' the same they're good ol' Yanks, and that's the reason why</p><p class="line">I likes the jazz 'n' barber shop o' the trucks a-rollin' by.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Jus' God and Gen'rul Pershing knows where these here birds'll light,</p><p class="line">Where them bumpin' trucks is bound for under camou flage o' night,</p><p class="line">When they can't take aero pitchers with their Fokkers in the sky</p><p class="line">Of our changes o' location by the trucks a-rollin' by.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">So, altho' my bed is puddles an' I'm soaked through to the hide,</p><p class="line">My heart's out with them doughboys on their bouncin' singin' ride;</p><p class="line">They're bound for paths o' glory, or, p'raps, to fight 'n' die--</p><p class="line">God 'less that Yankee cargo in the trucks a-rollin' by.</p></div></body></html> · Great War