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
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