When the Forty-seventh Regiment is dashing ashore,
When bullets are whistling and cannon do roar,
Says Montcalm, "Those are Shirley's, I know their lapels."
"You lie," says Ned Botwood, "We are of Lascelles!
Though our clothing is changed, yet we scorn a powder-puff;
So at you, ye bastards, here's give you Hot Stuff.
The Regiment will have to learn this off by heart now, we will implement it when we are charging the beaches of Normandy.