They are singing away, they are singing away,
They are bidding farewell to the realms of the day ...
Boum, boum—boum, boum, boum.
And look at all the faces at the windows peering out!
The bonny lads are going to war, “Hurray! hurray!” they shout,
“The bonny boys, Hurray! Hurray!
They look so happy and so gay!”
Boum, boum—boum, boum, boum.
Some are going to their funerals: I roll with bloodshot eyes.
Some are going to a land of death and never to arise.