“No ice cream or cookies for flat-footed rookies.”

“Bless ’em All” was a popular wartime song with several variations. It appears that this transcription by Grandmother and her friend Polly is an amalgam of various existing versions, offering a humorous reflection of life in the barracks for the young men.

When you were enjoying your own private life in a civilian suit,
and you spent money on some baby doll,
she had to [be] quite a beaut’.
But when you’re a rookie at 21 [?]
for any old gal you will fall.
When you’re a civilian it’s one in a million,
but when you’re in camp, bless ’em all.

Bless ’em all! Bless ’em all!
The long, and the short, and the tall.
Bless all the blondies and all the brunettes.
Each lad is happy to take what he gets.
For we’re giving the eye to them all.
And back to the barracks we’ll fall.
Maud, Maggie, or Suzie, you can’t be too choosy.
So cheer up, my lads, bless ’em all.

They say that in camp you can have a swell time.
I’ve heard it all before.
5 In the morning, you’re kicked out of bed
to scrub up the barracks room floor.
A private has really no privacy now.
We’re all behind the eight ball.
No ice cream or cookies for flat-footed rookies.
So cheer up, my lads, bless ’em all.

Bless ’em all! Bless ’em all!
The ones that attract or appall.
Bless all the sergeants, the sour-puss ones.
Bless all the corporals and their dopey sons.
For we’re saying goodbye to them all.
And back to the barracks we’ll fall.
No ice cream or cookies for flat-footed rookies.
So cheer up, my lads, bless ’em all.

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