Testo Troopin' - Peter Bellamy
Testo della canzone Troopin' (Peter Bellamy), tratta dall'album The Barrack Room Ballads of Rudyard Kipling
Trooping, trooping, trooping to the sea
Here's September come again
And the six year men are free
Oh, leave the dead behind us
For they cannot come away
To where the ships are calling up
That takes us home today
We're going home, we're going home
Our ship is at the shore
And you must pack your haversack
For we won't come back no more
Oh, don't you grieve for me
My lovely Mary Ann
For I'll marry a yat
And a fourpenny bit
As a time expired man
The Malabar's in harbour
With the Jumna at her tail
The time expired's waiting
Of his orders for to sail
Oh, the weary waiting
When on coverels we lay
But the time expired's waiting
Of his orders home today
They'll turn us out at Portsmouth Wharf
In cold and wet and rain
All wearing engine cotton kit
But we will not complain
They'll kill us of pneumonia
For that's their little way
But damn the chills and fever men
We're going home today
Trooping, trooping
For winter's round again
See the new drafts pouring in
For the old campaign
Oh, you poor recruitees
But you've got to earn your pay
What's the last from London, lads?
We're going there today
Trooping, trooping
Give another cheer
Here's to English women
And a quart of English beer
The colonel and the regiment
And all who've got to stay
God's mercy strike 'em gentle
Oh, we're going home today
We're going home, we're going home
Our ship is at the shore
And you must pack your haversack
For we won't come back no more
Oh, don't you grieve for me
My lovely Mary Ann
For I'll marry a yat
And a fourpenny bit
As a time expired man
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Writer(s): Peter Bellamy, Rudyard (dp) Kipling
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