Eft, ight, eft, ight, eft, ight, eft,

Get in step you dozy lot;

Till you get it there’ll be no rest.

Up them roads and down them lanes,

Eft, ight, eft, ight, eft, ight, eft;

Before I’ve done you’ll match the best.

Right turn, left turn, form three ranks,

Move yerselves you ‘orrible shower;

Before I’ve done you’ll match the best.

Across the square and then about,

Right turn, left turn, form three ranks;

Till you get it there’ll be no rest.

Change arms, slope arms, then present,

Pick it up quick you shiftless pratts;

Till you get it there’ll be no rest.

This parade, that parade, then some more,

Change arms, slope arms, then present;

Before I’ve done you’ll match the best.

Bayonet, fix, parry, thrust, retrieve,

Thumbs out of bums you worthless bunch;

Before I’ve done you’ll match the best.

Do it to ‘im or e’ll do it you,

Bayonet, fix, parry, thrust, retrieve;

Till you get it there’ll be no rest.

Two clips, bolt closed, draw a bead,

How many times you brainless gits;

Till you get it there’ll be no rest.

On the range same as the front,

Two clips, bolt closed, draw a bead;

Before I’ve done you’ll match the best.

Off the boat, and up to the front,

Nicely done me lovely lads;

But till we lick em there’ll be no rest.

Eft, ight, eft, ight, eft, ight, eft,

Right turn, left turn, form three ranks,

Change arms, slope arms, then present,

Bayonet, fix, parry, thrust, retrieve,

Two clips, bolt closed, draw a bead…

…Told you you’d do it, didn’t I, lads?

Despite all the crosses atop six foot pits,

You’ve only gone an’ licked the world’s so-called bloody best.