The Jolly Die

[Verso 1] G C When a bugle, for battle, so merrily sounds, G D7 In the ranks of the Die-Hards, each heartthenrebounds. G C As fearless ofdanger, right onward we go, G D7 G When upgo our colours, then down go the foe. G C Be they Russians or Prussians or Spanish or French, G D7 At scaling a rampart or guarding a trench. G C Not a bayonet nor bullet our progress retards, G D7 G For it's just all the same to the gallant Die-Hards. [Verso 2] G C Our regiment's conquered, but never in vain, G D7 Bear witness those hills, and the mountains in Spain! G C Bear witness the shades of those hundreds who fell, G D7 G At Red Albuhera, and a victory can tell. G C How Soult and his Frenchmen were beaten and sank, G D7 As we fell on them fiercely, rank after rank. G C Invincible seemed those brave children of Mars, G D7 G Lord Beresford styled us the 'Gallant Die-Hards'. [Verso 3] G C What harm if we suffer from hardships at times, G D7 What harm if we're bronzed by those hot Eastern climes? G C Such trifles as these our spirits can damp, G D7 G For we're jovial in barracks and more so in camp. G C Watch the girls, how they smile when we march through the town, G D7 When they hear we're the Die-Hards of far-famed renown. G C So fill up your glasses and show your regard, G D7 G By drinking the health of each jolly Die-Hard.