My tight fellow soldiers, prepare for your foes
Fight away for the cause of the jolly Red Rose;
Never flinch while you live, should you meet with your death,
There's no fear that you'll run — you'll be quite out of breath .
Then be true to your colours the Lancasters chose,
And the laurel entwine with the jolly Red Rose.

He who follows for honour the drum and the fife,
May perhaps have the luck to get honour for life;
And he who for money makes fighting his trade,
Let him now face the foe, he'll be handsomely paid.
Then be true, &c.

The fight fairly done, my brave boys of the blade,
How we'll talk o'er our cups of the havoc we've made!
How we'll talk, if we once kill a captain or two,
Of a hundred more fellows that nobody knew.
Then, my tight fellow-soldiers, prepare for your foes,
And the laurel entwine with the jolly Red Rose.