The Guinea Pig Anthem

We are McIndoe’s army

We are his Guinea Pigs

With dermatomes and pedicles

Glass eyes, false teeth and wigs.

And when we get our discharge

We’ll shout with all our might

“Per ardua ad astra”

We’d rather drink than fight

John Hunter runs the gas works,

Ross Tilley wields the knife.

And if they are not careful

They’ll have your flaming life.

So, Guinea Pigs stand ready

For all your surgeons calls:

And if their hands aren’t steady

They’ll whip off both your ears

We’ve had some mad Australians,

Some French, some Czechs, some Poles

We’ve even had some Yankees 

God bless their precious souls.

While as for the Canadians

Ah! That’s a different thing

They couldn’t stand our accent

And built a separate wing.

We are McIndoe’s army

(as first verse).