When the Guards are on Parade (Quick March)

Massed Bands of the Household Division
Lyrics:
There’s a lilting thrum of the rolling drum,
As it echoes thro’ the air,
There’s a blaze of red,
With an even tread,
And an instrumental blare,
There’s a flash and a glint of steel,
As orders are obeyed,
When the Guards are on parade
When the Guards are on parade,
In their uniforms arrayed,
“What the Blankerty Blank”
says the sergeant
“Do you think you’re in?
It’s not the Boy’s Brigade.”
When the Guards are on parade.
And the band is being played,
The bayonets are flashing,
The Sergeant’s teeth are gnashing,
When the Guards are on parade.
The sergeant, he curses,
And frightens all the nurses,
When the Guards are on parade
Their Chests out are sticking,
You hear their eyes all clicking,
When the Guards are on parade.
When the major starts shouting,
His tonsils get an outing
When the guards are on parade.
The girls with their fair skins,
Love to see their bearskins
When the guards are on parade.
“Left! Left!”
Hark to the tramp of the feet
List’ to the beating of the drum;
Look! Look! Look at the crowd in the street,
Waving and Shouting
Here they Come
“Guards halt!” Never a one with a fault,
See how they stand,
As stiff as starch,
“Parade, Shun! Slope Arms!
By the right quick march.”

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