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Cadence songs
The American forces use marching and running songs to motivate their troops why do the British forces not do the same.
FAR AWAY SO CLOSE!
I think they dont use them as if you need songs to motivate you to do better, you havent got the right mentality to be a true solider. Imagine if the only way bootnecks could get from A to B was to sing songs, what would happen if they had a mission to do and the only way they could get there was by singing, I reckon the enemy would love that! They might even join in and have a good ol sing song and even forget about shooting each other dead 
People all over the world (Sisters and brothers)
Join hands (join, come on)
Start a love train (ride this train, y'all), love train (Come on)
People all over the world (Don't need no tickets)
Join hands (come on, ride)
Start a love train, love train
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I have to admit that "Blood Upon the Risers" sounds damn good when sung by yanks but i would hate to hear squaddies doing it, it just seems so unprofessional to me. Of course there are a few things I have heard both regs and cadets singing (Lady in Black springs to mind) but I would rather they just talked or dug in in their own mind. Anyone else?
Staffords all the way :D
Its not a Irish army song, outside of the pub, but it used to be according to my granddad.
I'm probably gonna get killed for this but I'm sure it can be used by the Navy or RAF. Its called "f@#k the British Army". I won't post up the lyrics unless you want me to. Its actually not that offensive to the British army, its more a story of an Irishman who is forced into the british army because hes down on his luck.
*Gets into his bunker and waits for incoming*
I'm probably gonna get killed for this but I'm sure it can be used by the Navy or RAF. Its called "f@#k the British Army". I won't post up the lyrics unless you want me to. Its actually not that offensive to the British army, its more a story of an Irishman who is forced into the british army because hes down on his luck.
*Gets into his bunker and waits for incoming*
Spray and pray.
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Okay but you asked for it.
f@#k the British army.
When I was young I used to be as fine a man as ever you’d see
Til the Prince of Wales he said to me: “Come and join the British Army”
Toora loora loora loo, they’re looking for monkeys up at the zoo
And if I had a face like you I’d join the British Army.
Sarah Comden baked a cake, console for poor oul Slattery’s sake
Sure I threw myself into the lake, pretend that I was barmy
Toora loora loora loo I’ve made me mind up what to do,
I’ll work me ticket home to you and f@#k the British Army.
Sergeant Heaney went away and his wife got in the family way,
The only words that she could say, was “Blame the British Army”
Toora loora loora loo me curse upon the labour crew,
That took me darlin’ wife from me to join the British Army
Corporal Sheen was a terrible lout; just give him a couple jars of stout
He’ll bate the enemy with his mouth and save the British Army
Toora loora loora loo I’ve made me mind up what to do
I’ll work me ticket home to you and f@#k the British Army.
f@#k the British army.
When I was young I used to be as fine a man as ever you’d see
Til the Prince of Wales he said to me: “Come and join the British Army”
Toora loora loora loo, they’re looking for monkeys up at the zoo
And if I had a face like you I’d join the British Army.
Sarah Comden baked a cake, console for poor oul Slattery’s sake
Sure I threw myself into the lake, pretend that I was barmy
Toora loora loora loo I’ve made me mind up what to do,
I’ll work me ticket home to you and f@#k the British Army.
Sergeant Heaney went away and his wife got in the family way,
The only words that she could say, was “Blame the British Army”
Toora loora loora loo me curse upon the labour crew,
That took me darlin’ wife from me to join the British Army
Corporal Sheen was a terrible lout; just give him a couple jars of stout
He’ll bate the enemy with his mouth and save the British Army
Toora loora loora loo I’ve made me mind up what to do
I’ll work me ticket home to you and f@#k the British Army.
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Spray and pray.
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I'm not sure if this was originally ment to be ironic, but it always getts me rallied!
Vitai Lampada
There's a breathless hush in the Close tonight -
Ten to make and the match to win -
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote -
'Play up! Play up! And play the game!'
The sand of the desert is sodden red -
Red with the wreck of a square that broke -
The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks:
'Play up! Play up! And play the game!'
This is the word that year by year,
While in her place the School is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling, fling to the host behind -
'Play up! Play up! And play the game!'
by Sir Henry Newbolt,1862-1938
Vitai Lampada
There's a breathless hush in the Close tonight -
Ten to make and the match to win -
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote -
'Play up! Play up! And play the game!'
The sand of the desert is sodden red -
Red with the wreck of a square that broke -
The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks:
'Play up! Play up! And play the game!'
This is the word that year by year,
While in her place the School is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling, fling to the host behind -
'Play up! Play up! And play the game!'
by Sir Henry Newbolt,1862-1938
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I blame the British ArmySongs are sung by many of the British (and foreign) teams that do the Nijmegen Marches in Holland every year. After 25miles a day for 4 days in a row, and hearing the same songs over and over again you are ready to shove a songbook up your team leader's Arrse.
Notable mentions go to songs such as:
Hey Ho Captain Jack
Hey hey Rock'n'Roll
The Ring-a-rang-a-roo
The Lady In Red
...etc etc
HVM_Lad
Notable mentions go to songs such as:
Hey Ho Captain Jack
Hey hey Rock'n'Roll
The Ring-a-rang-a-roo
The Lady In Red
...etc etc
HVM_Lad
Happy times!Greatest song ever
Whiskey in the jar
As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver
Chorus:
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy
(Chorus)
I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
(Chorus)
't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken
(Chorus)
Now there's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
(Chorus)
If anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenny
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny
(Chorus)
Whiskey in the jar
As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver
Chorus:
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy
(Chorus)
I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
(Chorus)
't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken
(Chorus)
Now there's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
(Chorus)
If anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenny
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny
(Chorus)
Spray and pray.
Over the Hills and Far Away
It is based on a British Army recruiting song dating from the time of Marlborough's wars in the Low Countries. There are numerous verses to it, though it is rare for all to be sung - a singer generally picks his favourites. The song has enjoyed a renewed popularity through the singing of John Tams, who performs a slightly modifed Napoleonic version as the theme music for the Sharpe TV series.
You can download the midi file here: http://www.minarsas.demon.co.uk/harn/fo ... erhill.mid
There's forty shillings on the drum
To those who volunteer to come,
To 'list and fight the foe today
Over the Hills and far away.
(chorus)
O'er the hills and o'er the main
Through Flanders, Portugal and Spain.
King George commands and we obey
Over the hills and far away.
(Company)
Mid smoke and fire and shot and shell,
And to the very walls of hell,
But we shall stand and we shall stay
Over the hills and far away
(chorus)
(Enemy)
Though I may travel far from Spain
A part of me shall still remain,
And you are with me night and day
Over the hills and far away.
(chorus)
(Honour)
Then fall in lads behind the drum
With colours blazing like the sun.
Along the road to come what may
Over the hills and far away.
(chorus)
(Gold)
When Evil stalks upon the land
I'll neither hold nor stay me hand
But fight to win a better day,
Over the hills and far away.
(chorus)
(Battle)
If I should fall to rise no more,
As many comrades did before,
Ask the pipes and drums to play
Over the hills and far away.
(chorus)
(Sword)
Let kings and tyrants come and go,
I'll stand adjudged by what I know.
A soldiers life I'll ne'er gainsay.
Over the hills and far away.
(chorus)[/b]
It is based on a British Army recruiting song dating from the time of Marlborough's wars in the Low Countries. There are numerous verses to it, though it is rare for all to be sung - a singer generally picks his favourites. The song has enjoyed a renewed popularity through the singing of John Tams, who performs a slightly modifed Napoleonic version as the theme music for the Sharpe TV series.
You can download the midi file here: http://www.minarsas.demon.co.uk/harn/fo ... erhill.mid
There's forty shillings on the drum
To those who volunteer to come,
To 'list and fight the foe today
Over the Hills and far away.
(chorus)
O'er the hills and o'er the main
Through Flanders, Portugal and Spain.
King George commands and we obey
Over the hills and far away.
(Company)
Mid smoke and fire and shot and shell,
And to the very walls of hell,
But we shall stand and we shall stay
Over the hills and far away
(chorus)
(Enemy)
Though I may travel far from Spain
A part of me shall still remain,
And you are with me night and day
Over the hills and far away.
(chorus)
(Honour)
Then fall in lads behind the drum
With colours blazing like the sun.
Along the road to come what may
Over the hills and far away.
(chorus)
(Gold)
When Evil stalks upon the land
I'll neither hold nor stay me hand
But fight to win a better day,
Over the hills and far away.
(chorus)
(Battle)
If I should fall to rise no more,
As many comrades did before,
Ask the pipes and drums to play
Over the hills and far away.
(chorus)
(Sword)
Let kings and tyrants come and go,
I'll stand adjudged by what I know.
A soldiers life I'll ne'er gainsay.
Over the hills and far away.
(chorus)[/b]
