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Who carries the gun? / A lad from over the Tweed. / Then let him go, for well we know / He comes of a soldier breed. / So drink together to rock and heather, / Out where the red deer run, / And stand aside for Scotland's pride- / The man that carries the gun! / For the Colonel rides before, / The Major's on the flank, / The Captains and the Adjutant / Are in the foremost rank. / But when it's ‘Action front! ' / And fighting's to be done, / Come one, come all, you stand or fall / By the man who holds the gun.
Who carries the gun? / A lad from a Yorkshire dale. / Then let him go, for well we know / The heart that never will fail. / Here's to the fire of Lancashire, / And here's to her soldier son! / For the hard-bit north has sent him forth- / The lad that carries the gun.