Huzza for victory!

By January 24, 2015February 18th, 2021No Comments

Hey for the life of a Soldier

When I was an infant gossips would say,
I’d when older be a soldier,
Rattle and toys I’d throw ’em away,
Unless a gun or a sabre,
When a younker up I grew,
I saw one day a grand review,
Colours flying set me dying,
To embark in a life so new.

Roll drums merrily march away,
Soldier’s glory – lives in story,
His laurels are green when his locks are grey,
Then hey for the life of a Soldier.

Listed to battle, I march along
Courting danger – fear a stranger,
The cannon beat time to the trumpet’s song
And made my heart a hero’s,
Charge! the gallant leaders cry,
On like lions then we fly,
Blood and thunder – foes knock under
Then huzza for victory.

Roll drums, etc.

Who so merry as we in camp?
Battle over – live in clover,
Care and his cronies are forc’d to tramp,
And all is social pleasure,
Then we laugh, we quaff, we sing,
Time goes gaily on the wing,
Smiles of beauty sweeten duty,
And each private is a king.

Roll drums, etc.

Written by Thomas Simpson Cooke (1782-1848) for Arnold’s operetta Frederick the Great in 1814