Count—count—count—count—the bullets in the bandoliers. If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop o' you! (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again) — There's no discharge in the war!

Taint—so—bad—by—day because o' company, But night—brings—long—strings—o' forty thousand million Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again. There's no discharge in the war!

Don’t—don’t—don’t—don’t—look at what’s in front of you. (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again); Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin' em, An' there's no discharge in the war!

Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an'-twenty mile to-day — Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty-two the day before — (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!) There's no discharge in the war!