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No. 5 - Song - Capt. Sheridan and Chorus
MIDI File
| Basses: | We come, we come to the sound of the drum All eager for battle's orgies; We come to deal hot shot or cold steel For our honor and for King George's; With a rat-tat-tat, and a plan-plan-plan We come to fight for the King, for the King, As Britons do when leal and true We loudly, proudly, proudly sing, We loudly, proudly sing: |
| Sopranos: | One, two; left, right; one, two; left, right! Primly the goose-step marking; |
| All: | The bugle shrill each heart must thrill, |
| Men: | Left, right! |
| All: | As his Majesty's defenders come: One, two; left, right; one, two; left, right! Fighting the foe or larking; None life enjoys as the soldier-boys Who follow at the tap of the drum; Who follow at the tap of the drum; Who follow the drum. |
| Capt. Sheridan: | Ready to charge when the die is cast; |
| Chorus: | Ready to charge! |
| Capt. Sheridan: | Ready to kiss ev'ry damsel who is pretty; Ready to laugh when the canteen's pass'd, |
| Chorus: | Ready to laugh! |
| Capt. Sheridan: | Whether the jest be dull or witty; Never a girl in old Scotland dwells; |
| Chorus: | Never a girl! |
| Capt. Sheridan: | Never a maid or a lass in Britain, Who, when a dashing soldier tells stories of love, Stories of love, will give the mitten. |
| Chorus: | Treacherous enemies quake and shake Only to hear a British cheer! |
| Capt. Sheridan: | Willing to tackle 'em one to ten! Stranger alike to care and fear; I'm a dashing, plucky, happy-go-lucky Rollicking Grenadier; Ready to rush on a craven foe, When such an enemy is near; I'm a ranting, tearing, devil-may-caring, Rollicking, rollicking Grenadier; A rollicking Grenadier; |
| Chorus: | Willing to tackle 'em one to ten! Stranger alike to care and fear; He's a dashing, plucky, lucky Grenadier; |
| Capt. Sheridan: | A rollicking Grenadier; |
| Chorus: | Grenadier, |
| All: | A Grenadier. One, two; left, right; one, two; left, right! |
| Sopranos: | Primly the goose-step marking; |
| All: | The bugle shrill each heart must thrill, |
| Men: | Left, right! |
| All: | As his Majesty's defenders come: One, two; left, right; one, two; left, right! Fighting the foe or larking; None life enjoys as the soldier-boys That follow at the tap of the drum! |
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American Musical Theatre | Rob Roy
Page modified 18 February 2017