To be teased and taunted is the soldier's game, tis just one tool that keeps us sharp as we muddle under pain

We are the stove-pipe boys, the back-line grunts, the cannoneers so oft called dumb

We are the kings of battle. The Royal Artillery!

When Armor's stuck in sand and mud-- We shall rain a burning flood.

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When Infanteers' are ambushed at night-- We shall bring them glorious light.

When Engineers' push hard and fast-- We shall graciously cover their ass.

We're just over the hill, supporting you when no one else will.

Because we are here and we are everywhere. Wherever death and glory lead you shall find the Artillery.

The last line of defense and the first ones on call, so long as we've got ammo we shall not fall.

Because we are the King's own guns, his pride and his name, in iron and flame.

We do not run. We are stalwart. The Guns, The Guns, The Guns!