There is work to do both trying and exciting,
And the men who man the trenches, they are England's men and French's
Where the legions of the khaki-clad are fighting.
Though bearing up so gaily they are waiting for us daily,
For the fury of the foemen makes them nervous,
But the foe may look for trouble when we charge them at the double,
We, the London Irish out on active service.
Chorus.
"With our rifles on our shoulder, sure there's no one could be bolder,
And we'll double out to France when we get warnin'