Tho’ the direst ills betide,
Clarie’s heart beats high with pride
When he hears the shouts of praise
Echoing for the National Greys.
Noble Clarie, Hero Clarie!
Drummer of the National Greys.
Clarie’s bosom knew no fear,
Tho’ his eye betray’d a tear
When his Mother’s sadden’d gaze
Rested on the National Greys.