Danny Deever by Walter Damrosch Lyrics

“What are the bugles blowin’ for?” said Files-on-Parade
“To turn you out, to turn you out”, the Colour-Sergeant said
“What makes you look so white, so white?” said Files-on-Parade
“I’m dreadin’ what I’ve got to watch”, the Colour-Sergeant said
For they’re hangin’ Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play
The regiment’s in ‘ollow square — they’re hangin’ him to-day;
They’ve taken of his buttons off an’ cut his stripes away
An’ they’re hangin’ Danny Deever in the mornin’

“What makes the rear-rank breathe so ‘ard?” said Files-on-Parade
“It’s bitter cold, it’s bitter cold”, the Colour-Sergeant said
“What makes that front-rank man fall down?” said Files-on-Parade
“A touch o’ sun, a touch o’ sun”, the Colour-Sergeant said
They are hangin’ Danny Deever, they are marchin’ of ‘im round
They ‘ave ‘alted Danny Deever by ‘is coffin on the ground;
An’ ‘e’ll swing in ‘arf a minute for a sneakin’ shootin’ hound —
O they’re hangin’ Danny Deever in the mornin’!

“‘Is cot was right-‘and cot to mine”, said Files-on-Parade
“‘E’s sleepin’ out an’ far to-night”, the Colour-Sergeant said
“I’ve drunk ‘is beer a score o’ times”, said Files-on-Parade
“‘E’s drinkin’ bitter beer alone”, the Colour-Sergeant said
They are hangin’ Danny Deever, you must mark ‘im to ‘is place
For ‘e shot a comrade sleepin’ — you must look ‘im in the face;
Nine ‘undred of ‘is county an’ the regiment’s disgrace
While they’re hangin’ Danny Deever in the mornin’
“What’s that so black agin’ the sun?” said Files-on-Parade
“It’s Danny fightin’ ‘ard for life”, the Colour-Sergeant said
“What’s that that whimpers over’ead?” said Files-on-Parade
“It’s Danny’s soul that’s passin’ now”, the Colour-Sergeant said
For they’re done with Danny Deever, you can ‘ear the quickstep play
The regiment’s in column, an’ they’re marchin’ us away;
Ho! the young recruits are shakin’, an’ they’ll want their beer to-day
After hangin’ Danny Deever in the mornin’