Litfiba - Cannon Song lyrics
[Litfiba - Cannon Song lyrics]
John was all present and Jim was all
There and Georgie was up for promotion
Not that the Army gave a bugger who
They were when confronting
Some heathen commotion
The troops live under the cannon's thunder
From Sind to Cooch Behar
When they come face to face
Moving from place to place
With a different breed of fellow whose
Skins are black or yellow
They quick as winking chop
Him into beefsteak tartar
Johnny found his whiskey too warm and
Jimmy found the weather too balmy
But Georgie took them both by the arm
And said "Don't ever disappoint the army"
The troops live under the cannon's thunder
From Sind to Cooch Behar
When they come face to face
Moving from place to place
With a different breed of fellow whose
Skins are black or yellow
They quick as winking chop
Him into beefsteak tartar
John is a write-off and Jimmy is dead
And Georgie was shot for looting
And young men's blood goes on being red and
The army still goes on ahead recruiting
The troops live under the cannon's thunder
From Sind to Cooch Behar
When they come face to face
Moving from place to place
With a different breed of fellow whose
Skins are black or yellow
They quick as winking chop
Him into beefsteak tartar
There and Georgie was up for promotion
Not that the Army gave a bugger who
They were when confronting
Some heathen commotion
The troops live under the cannon's thunder
From Sind to Cooch Behar
When they come face to face
Moving from place to place
With a different breed of fellow whose
Skins are black or yellow
They quick as winking chop
Him into beefsteak tartar
Johnny found his whiskey too warm and
Jimmy found the weather too balmy
But Georgie took them both by the arm
And said "Don't ever disappoint the army"
The troops live under the cannon's thunder
From Sind to Cooch Behar
When they come face to face
Moving from place to place
With a different breed of fellow whose
Skins are black or yellow
They quick as winking chop
Him into beefsteak tartar
John is a write-off and Jimmy is dead
And Georgie was shot for looting
And young men's blood goes on being red and
The army still goes on ahead recruiting
The troops live under the cannon's thunder
From Sind to Cooch Behar
When they come face to face
Moving from place to place
With a different breed of fellow whose
Skins are black or yellow
They quick as winking chop
Him into beefsteak tartar