Verse 1:
The Sound of many feet come tramping down the street,
As to their doors and windows people run,
And watching with a eager eye the soldiers marching by,
With sword and bay’net flashing in the sun;
The grew-haired vet’ran who sees his dear old corps
And proudly walks beside;
The butcher boy and the baker boy as well,
Are filled with martial pride.
And the fem-in-ines,
Well I declare you’ll find them here and there and ev’ry where:

Verse 2:
When Tommy leaves his home, and sails across the foam
To Table Bay, or somewhere up the Nile;
He’s certain in his mind, the girl he left behind,
Is thinking of her Tommy all the while.
And when the transport comes sailing home a’last,
He looks out anxiously, and hopes to gaze in his lady love’s bright eyes
When he steps on the quay.
If the girl is true, you may rely.
There’ll be a soldier’s wedding by and by:

Chorus:
Oh! The girls all done on a military man,
For a military man they sigh;
Their hearts beat just like a military drum
When the boys go marching by.

Left.
Left.
Left.
Left, and their fascinating manner is subline
When a military man shoots a glance at Mary Ann It’s a bullseye ev’ry time. Oh the time.