我们没有自己的骆驼调 帮咱们晃晃悠悠往前走， 可每根脖子都是把头发长号 （嘚嘚嘚嘚！就是把头发长号！） 这便是咱们的行军歌： _不能！不干！偏不！不肯！_ 顺着队伍传下去！ 谁的背包从背上滑了落， 但愿那只是我的！ 谁的家什在道上翻了车—— 为歇脚和吵闹齐欢呼！ _呜噜！呀哈！嗷！啊哈！_ 这会儿有人正挨收拾！
众兽齐声
我们是营地的儿女， 各按本分来效力； 轭与刺棒下的儿女， 驮包鞍具、垫子重物。 看我们横越平原的行列， 像卷回的系蹄绳般曲折， 伸展、扭动、滚滚向前， 横扫一切奔赴作战！ 而行进在旁的那些人， 满身尘土、沉默、倦眼昏沉， 说不清为何咱与他们 日复一日行军受困。 _我们是营地的儿女， 各按本分来效力； 轭与刺棒下的儿女， 驮包鞍具、垫子重物！_
We haven’t a camelty tune of our own To help us trollop along, But every neck is a hair trombone (_Rtt-ta-ta-ta!_ is a hair trombone!) And this our marching-song: _Can’t! Don’t! Sha’n’t! Won’t!_ Pass it along the line! Somebody’s pack has slid from his back, Wish it were only mine! Somebody’s load has tipped off in the road-- Cheer for a halt and a row! _Urrr! Yarrh! Grr! Arrh!_ Somebody’s catching it now!
ALL THE BEASTS TOGETHER
Children of the Camp are we, Serving each in his degree; Children of the yoke and goad, Pack and harness, pad and load. See our line across the plain, Like a heel-rope bent again, Reaching, writhing, rolling far, Sweeping all away to war! While the men that walk beside, Dusty, silent, heavy-eyed, Cannot tell why we or they March and suffer day by day. _Children of the Camp are we, Serving each in his degree; Children of the yoke and goad, Pack and harness, pad and load!_
