Verse 1: "A soldier who was fighting with the enemy in back,
With bullets buzzin' 'round his ears, took down his old knapsack.
He wrote a letter, on a shirt front Sister Susie sent
And then he went and got it signed by all his regiment.
He said 'Dear Sue, we're stong for you, you sew those shirts so neat.
But how are we to beat the foe when we've all got cold feet? So---"
Chorus: "Knit, knit, knit a little Susie,
For what good is a shirt
when all our 'Tootsies' hurt?
My poor big toe sticks out,
You know it doesn't like the snow.
Oh my left foot is red white and blue.
'Pon my sole, there's a big blister too.
The soldiers toes are froze to bits,
'Holy Hoses' Susie,
It's a long tramp, tramp to Tipperary
So knit, knit, knit Sister Sue."
Verse2: "Don't knit them white,dear Sister Sue, 'cause white will be no use.
While hanging on the firing line, they'll look like flags of truce.
Don't knit the kind that's itchy, Sister knit them nice and thick.
We'll put on two pairs at a time and charge them double quick.
The socks we wore before the war are full of darn old darns.
They won't be hard to make; the daily papers full of yarns. So---"