The Caissons Go Rolling Along

Over hill, over dale,
As we hit the dusty trail
And those Caissons go rolling along
In and out, hear them shout,
Counter march, here the captain fart
And those Caissons go rolling along!
Then it's hi, hi, hee,
In the field artillery...

(the splashee had better be finished with his beer by here at the latest!)