There's a spot that the soldiers all love,
The mess-tent's the place that we mean,
And the dish we like best to see there
Is the old-fashioned white army bean.
Tis the bean that we mean,
And we'll eat as we ne'er ate before;
The army bean, nice and clean,
We'll stick to our beans evermore.
Now the bean in its primitive state
Is a plant we have all often met;
And when cooked in the old army style,
It has charms we can never forget.
Tis the bean that we mean,
And we'll eat as we ne'er ate before;
The army bean, nice and clean,
We'll stick to our beans evermore.
The German is fund of Sauerkraut,
The potato is loved by the Mick;
But the soldiers have long since found out
That through life to our beans we must stick.
Tis the bean that we mean,
And we'll eat as we ne'er ate before;
The army bean, nice and clean,
We'll stick to our beans evermore.