Where all we lads are going
With a most heroic noise,
Chundarata, chundarata,
Chundarata, chún-chún.
"And the parrots on their perches,
They mock us as we go,
Chundarata, chundarata,
Chundarata, chún-chún.
'I hate my school,' whines Polly,
Where all we lads are going
With a most heroic noise,
Chundarata, chundarata,
Chundarata, chún-chún.
"And the parrots on their perches,
They mock us as we go,
Chundarata, chundarata,
Chundarata, chún-chún.
'I hate my school,' whines Polly,