Ambling madly all over the town
The call to arms you liken to a whisper, I liken to a radio
You were a brickbat, a Bowery tuff, so rough
They culled you from a cartoon, pulled out of your pantaloons

But you, my brother in arms
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm
But you, my bombazine doll
The bullets may singe your skin
And the mortars may fall

But I, I never felt so much life than tonight
Huddled in the trenches gazing on the battle field
Our rifles blaze away, we blaze away

Corporal Bradley of regiment five
In proud array standing by the bathing
Soldiers and the stevedores
We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep
Our eyes aligned, swaddled in our civvies
Cradled in our dungarees

But you, my brother in arms
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm
But you, my bombazine doll
The bullets may singe your skin
And the mortars may fall
But I, I never felt so much life than tonight
Huddled in the trenches gazing on the battle field
Our rifles blaze away, we blaze away
We blaze away, we blaze away, we blaze away