Oh the bosses standing' ready with their hundred ears erect, It's a sight to start a chappie off to wonder and reflect, For the mornin's bright an' pretty when we all steps out to march And we feel like regular soldiers and our throats begin to parch—
An' it's this that I'd be telling', and it's this IN tell you clear, That our drill is right an pretty when we earns our pint.o' beer!
When the cavalry is trotting' sure it's mighty fine to be Right on top of one good pony, by th' grace of S.M.C., An' it's trotting' to a music that just sorter bubbles out From your heaven', jolting' insides till your appetite can shout—
And Pil say all kinds of nice things for the pony's wind and legs, But it's us as rides so pretty when we vides for ham an? eggs!
Gallop up and gallop bravely, side by each ye volunteers, Till ye look so right aesthetic as the wheeling column veers That the souls will all be smitten and the hearts all cleft in two the watching Shanghai maidens at the cavalry review!
But when all the dust is settled there's a thrill that's still to get~ When we jumps from out our saddles and we lights our cigarette.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.