It's great to sleep beneath a roof that keeps the rain outside,
To eat a daintier kind of grub than quarter-blokes provide,
To rise o' mornings when you wish and when you wish turn in,
To shirk a shave and never hear the truth about your chin;
And not to have to pad the hoof through blazing sun or rain,
Intent on getting nowhere and foot-slogging back again,
To realise no N.C.O. has any more the right
To rob you of your beauty-sleep with "Guard to-morrow night!"
All this is great, of course it is, yet here we are once more
Obeying sergeants just for fun and cheerier than before;