Marchin' Orders
'Ere's luck to the bloomin' reg'ment! 'Ere's luck to the 'ole brigade!
'Ere's luck to the British Army! Fix bay'nits. 'Oo's afraid?
We're goin' on active service, wotever the papers say,
So give us a cheer an' toss off your beer. We're off to the front to-day.
Up boys, off boys, Fourteen thousan' strong,
Fourteen thousan', ‘orse an’ foot, singin' this ghastly song!
'Tisn't a bloomin' anthim. 'Tain't what you'd call refined.
But Tommy's all right. 'E's tipsy to-night. An' 'e don't mind!
'Ere's luck to the British Army! Fix bay'nits. 'Oo's afraid?
We're goin' on active service, wotever the papers say,
So give us a cheer an' toss off your beer. We're off to the front to-day.
Up boys, off boys, Fourteen thousan' strong,
Fourteen thousan', ‘orse an’ foot, singin' this ghastly song!
'Tisn't a bloomin' anthim. 'Tain't what you'd call refined.
But Tommy's all right. 'E's tipsy to-night. An' 'e don't mind!
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