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'.