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No. 22 - Song - Crewe Boodle and Chorus - "The Grenadiers"
| Crewe Boodle: | There's a far off hum of a "Here they Come," And a thrill runs down the street As each heart begins to beat To the tramp of martial feet; Then a murmur loud from a growing crowd As it sways and breaks in two, And a glint of scarlet hue As the band comes into view, And a tune rings clear As the tramp comes near And a hum goes thro' the throng, For the trumpets blare their song As the soldiers march along, And the leaders pass with a roar of brass As the noisy cornets bray, And the eager crowd gives way To a Hip, Hip, Hip, Hooray! Here come the Grenadiers. Hark! to the ringing cheers, Each window frames a face, Each urchin claims a place, Drawn by that "Here they are!" Boys race from near and far, Girls acclaim them "Aren't they dears!" Ev'ry time the band appears! Hip! Hooray the Grenadiers! |
| Chorus: | Here come the Grenadiers. Hark! to the ringing cheers, Each window frames a face, Each urchin claims a place, Drawn by that "Here they are!" Boys race from near and far, Girls acclaim them "Aren't they dears!" Ev'ry time the band appears! Hip! Hooray "The Grenadiers!" |
| Crewe Boodle: | There's a thrill that comes from the distant drums With a message sharp and clear, And we hold our breath to hear As it falls on ev'ry ear. It's an old refrain with a meaning plain, And it tells our island tale Of the men that never quail, Of the ranks that never fail. For a tunic smart holds an English heart, And it beats there sound and true, If the peaceful skies are blue, Or there's deadly work to do. For the pride of place of a martial race, And the stranger wonders why There's a light in ev'ry eye As our troops go marching by. Here come the Grenadiers. Hark! to the ringing cheers, Each window frames a face, Each urchin claims a place, Drawn by that "Here they are!" Boys race from near and far, Girls acclaim them "Aren't they dears!" Ev'ry time the band appears! Hip! Hooray the Grenadiers! |
| Chorus: | Here come the Grenadiers. Hark! to the ringing cheers, Each window frames a face, Each urchin claims a place, Drawn by that "Here they are!" Boys race from near and far, Girls acclaim them "Aren't they dears!" Ev'ry time the band appears! Hip! Hooray "The Grenadiers!" |
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Page modified 24 November 2016