When our Corporal shouted “Stand to!”
And I hear some one cry, “Clear the front for the Guards!”—
And the Guards came through.
Our throats they were parched and hot,
But, Lord! if you'd heard the cheer,
Irish, Welsh and Scot,
Coldstream and Grenadier—
Two Brigades, if you please,
Dressing as straight as a hem.
We, we were down on our knees,