THE FOUR FOOT TEN BRIGADE
 
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Solo: There are chaps you see, who are six foot three
But they're not much good at a pinch
For fighting men should be four foot ten
(Which is what I am to the inch)
Napoleon left them all on the shelf.

Chorus: You're perfectly right
But what was his height?


Solo: A man about the size of myself.

Chorus: That's perfectly true
A credit to you.


Solo: So I've raised a corps of that useful height
Which'll end the war when I heave in sight
With the Finnikin Fusiliers

Chorus: Oh the Finnikin Fusiliers.

Refrain: The four foot ten brigade
The smartest ever made
The people shout when we come out
Upon parade
Till we begin to drill
On Constitution Hill
Begad, me lad, they never had an army.


Solo: We can wipe the floor, with your six foot four
When it comes to storming a heart
When we're marching by, with the gay glad eye
We leave them all in the cart
You can't resist our masculine charms

Chorus: It's perfectly true
We dote upon you.


Solo: You must obey our summons to arms.

Chorus: We burn to begin
So come and 'Fall in'


Solo: Oh, we're on the spot, when it's after dark
It's a trifle hot, when you're in the Park
With the Finnikin Fusiliers.

Refrain: The four foot ten brigade
The smartest ever made
The people shout when we come out
Upon parade
If every girl I've kissed
Were willing to enlist
Begad, me lad, we should have had an army.
 
 
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