No. 3 - Song - Lovelace and Chorus - "Marching Away."

Lyrics by Harry B. Smith

[Chorus:] Red coats! Hooray!
The Red coats are a-coming,
Red coats! Hooray!
With fifing and with drumming.
Marching away,
the Red coats are a-coming,
With fifing and with drumming.
Red coats! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Oh, how we love the fife and drumming!
Red coats! Hooray!
[Soldiers:] When duty calls you must obey,
though love may try to blind you,
You must march away and think not of
the gal you've left behind you.
[Chorus:] Welcome! Soldiers, hurrah!
[Lovelace:] When the regiment is marching
to the drum and bugle call,
With an air that's debonair,
I march, I march ahead of all.
With all our colors proudly flying,
all admire my martial air;
at the word I draw my sword,
let England's foes beware!
Then marching away, in rank and file so steadily,
[Chorus:] Steadily!
[Lovelace:] Marching away,
to meet the foe so readily,
[Chorus:] Readily,
[Lovelace:] Marching away
with drum and fife so merrily,
[Chorus:] Merrily,
[Lovelace:] Now to battle calling we march away.
[All:] Marching away, in rank and file
so steadily, steadily,
Marching away, to meet the foe
so readily, readily,
Marching away with drum and fife
so merrily, merrily,
[Lovelace:] Soldiers, duty calls you,
so march away.