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[Occhidiangela]

I found it here:

The Marines in Guadalcanal

Here is what was on that site.
Not sure how faithful it is to the original.

The Marine

(Author Unknown)

You can have your Army Khaki,
You can have your Navy blue,
But there's still another fighter
I will introduce to you.

The uniform is different,
The best you've ever seen
The Huns, they called him Devil Dog,
But the real name is Marine.

He is trained at Parris Island,
The land that God forgot,
Where the sand is fourteen inches deep,
And the sun is scorching hot.

He has set many a table,
Many a dish he had dried,
He is taught to make a bed
And a broom he sure can guide.

He has peeled a million onions,
Twice as many spuds,
And spends his spare time
Washing out his duds.

When he gets to heaven,
To Saint Peter he will tell,
"Another Marine reporting, Sir
I've served my time in Hell."

I would venture to say that I marched to that poem, or a version of it, in chanted cadence a few dozen times in the summer of 1976 when our Plebe platoon commander, who went on to serve in The Corps, led us around to our various stations of the harassment package called Plebe Summer.