Ladysmith wants you forthwith to come to her relief

Burn your briefs you leave for France tonight

Carefully cut the straps of the booby-traps and set the captives free

But don't shoot 'til you see her big blue eyes



Then sound the charge—breath your final breath

And charge into the valley of death

Cannon to the left and cannon to the right

They'll go bang bang bang all night



We'll fight them on the beaches

Yes, we'll fill 'em full of lead

Fighting naked in the open air

We'll fight them in the kitchen, in the bathroom in the garden shed

Fighting the good fight any-fighting-where



So sound the charge—breathe your final breath

And charge into the valley of death

Cannon to the left and cannon to the right

They'll go bang bang bang all night

There'll be a cannon to the left and cannon to the right

They'll go bang bang bang bang bang bang bang all night...