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Regimental March
A Southerly Wind and a Cloudy Sky
"The Hunting Song"
Written By: William Joseph Shayer
Verse 1:
A southerly wind and a cloudy sky
Proclaims of a hunting morning
Before the sun rises away we'll fly
Away from our drowsy beds scorning
Verse 2:
To horses, brave boys, and away
All over the hills adorning
The face of all nature looks bright and gay
It's a beautiful hunting morning
Verse 3:
Hark, Hark, forward
Ta rah rah, ta rah rah, ta rah
Hark, Hark, forward
Ta rah rah, ta rah rah, ta rah
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Armoured Corps March
"My Boy Willie"
Verse 1:
The ARMOURED CORPS to the fore,
MY BOY WILLIE,
The Armoured Corps, the King or War,
WILLIE is the fighting breed,
Day or night, dark or light,
The foe will know we're there all right,
We'll be fighting in the front to our battle cry,
Verse 2:
The ARMOURED CORPS' tanks are there,
MY BOY WILLIE,
With clanking treads, and our steel bare,
Turrets in line, and hull combine,
The grandest warriors of our time,
We'll be fighting in the front to our battle cry,
Verse 3:
The ARMOURED CORPS leads the rest,
MY BOY WILLIE,
In war and peace we are the best,
WILLIE'S always in the lead,
Shot or shell, the enemy Hell,
Our charge will let them know damn well,
We are fighting in the front to our battle cry,
Verse 4:
The ARMOURED CORPS sets the pace,
MY BOY WILLIE,
We're in the front of every race,
WILLIE heeds his country's plead,
In any fight, our Guidon bright,
Will send the enemy home in fright,
The ARMOURED CORPS is in the lead with their battle cry.
Play the Armoured Corps March
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