As upon his drum he plays
In the corps of the National Greys.
Noble Clarie, Warrior Clarie!
Drummer of the National Greys.
Ah! but Clarie ’ll have to go
Where his own life-blood may flow,—
This he knows, yet firmly stays
In the corps of the National Greys.
Noble Clarie, Faithful Clarie!
Drummer of the National Greys.