Cannon Song - Litfiba

John was all present and Jim was all there and Georgie was up for promotion

Not that the Army gave a bugger who they were when confronting some heathen

commotion

The troops live under the cannon’s thunder from Sind to Cooch Behar

When they come face to face

Moving from place to place

With a different breed of fellow whose skins are black or yellow

They quick as winking chop him into beefsteak tartar

Johnny found his whiskey too warm and Jimmy found the weather too balmy

But Georgie took them both by the arm and said «Don't ever disappoint the army»

The troops live under the cannon’s thunder from Sind to Cooch Behar

When they come face to face

Moving from place to place

With a different breed of fellow whose skins are black or yellow

They quick as winking chop him into beefsteak tartar

John is a write-off and Jimmy is dead and Georgie was shot for looting

And young men’s blood goes on being red and the army still goes on ahead

recruiting

The troops live under the cannon’s thunder from Sind to Cooch Behar

When they come face to face

Moving from place to place

With a different breed of fellow whose skins are black or yellow

They quick as winking chop him into beefsteak tartar