BELTS
There was a row in Silver Street that’s near to Dublin Quay,
Between an Irish regiment an’ English cavalree;
It started at Revelly an’ it lasted on till dark:
The first man dropped at Harrison’s, the last forninst the Park.
Between an Irish regiment an’ English cavalree;
It started at Revelly an’ it lasted on till dark:
The first man dropped at Harrison’s, the last forninst the Park.
For it was ‘Belts, belts, belts, an’ that’s one for you!’
An’ it was ‘Belts, belts, belts, an’ that’s done for you!’
O buckle an’ tongue
Was the song that we sung
From Harrison’s down to the Park!
An’ it was ‘Belts, belts, belts, an’ that’s done for you!’
O buckle an’ tongue
Was the song that we sung
From Harrison’s down to the Park!
There was a row in Silver Street—the regiments was out,
They called us ‘Delhi Rebels,’ an’ we answered ‘Threes about!’
They called us ‘Delhi Rebels,’ an’ we answered ‘Threes about!’
