Charge The Divine Comedy

Ladysmith wants you forthwith
To come to her relief
Burn your briefs, you leave for France tonight
Carefully cut the straps of the booby-traps
And set the captives free
But don't shoot till you see her big blue eyes

Then sound the charge—
Breathe your final breath
And charge into the valley of death
Cannon to the left and cannon to the right
They'll go bang bang bang all night

We'll fight them on the beaches
Yes, we'll fill'm full of lead
Fighting naked in the open air
We'll fight them in the kitchen, in the bathroom
In the garden shed
Fighting the good fight any-fighting-where

So sound the charge—
Breathe your final breath
And charge into the valley of death
Cannon to the left and cannon to the right
They'll go bang bang bang all night
There'll be a cannon to the left and cannon to the right
They'll go bang bang bang bang bang bang bang all night...