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 will 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 will stick to our beans evermore. The German is fond of sauerkraut The potato is loved by the Mick; But the soldiers have long since found out That through life to our beans we should stick. 'Tis the bean that we mean And we'll eat as we ne'er ate before; The army bean, nice and clean We will stick to our beans evermore.