John was all present and jim was all there

And georgie was up for promotion

Not that the army gave a bugger who they were

When confronting some heathen commotion



Chorus:

The troops live under

The cannon's thunder

From sind to cooch behar

Moving from place to place

When they come face to face

With a different breed of fellow

Whose skins are black or yellow

They quick as winking chop him into

Beefsteak tartar







Johnny found his whiskey too warm

And jimmy found the weather too balmy

But georgie took them both by the arm

And said "don't ever disappoint the army!"





Chorus repeat





John is a write-off and jimmy is dead

And georgie was shot for looting

And young men's blood goes on being red

And the army still goes on ahead recruiting





Chorus repeat




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