Thousands, thousands of marching feet
All through the land, all through the land
Gunners and Sappers, Horse and Foot
A mighty band, a mighty band
Follow the Colours, follow on
Where-e'er they go, where-e'er they go
Loyal the hearts that guard them well
'Twas ever so, 'twas ever so
March, march, march!
Roll the drums, and blow the fifes
And make the bagpipes drone
Glory for some and a chance for all
Till we come again to our own

England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales
Send forth their sons, send forth their sons
Children of Empirе seas beyond
Stand to their guns, stand to thеir guns
Follow the Colours, follow on
Where-e'er they go, where-e'er they go
Loyal the hearts that guard them well
'Twas ever so, 'twas ever so
March, march, march!
Roll the drums, and blow the fifes
And make the bagpipes drone
Glory for some and a chance for all
Till we come again to our own
Some will return, and some remain
We heed it not, we heed it not
Something's wrong, to put it right's
The Soldier's lot, the Soldier's lot
Follow the Colours, follow on
Where-e'er they go, where-e'er they go
Loyal the hearts that guard them well
'Twas ever so, 'twas ever so
March, march, march!
Roll the drums, and blow the fifes
And make the bagpipes drone
Glory for some and a chance for all
Till we come again to our own