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 cannons 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 dont ever disappoint the army!

Chorus repeat

John is a write-off and jimmy is dead
And georgie was shot for looting
And young mens blood goes on being red
And the army still goes on ahead recruiting

Chorus repeat