Rifles

See them arrayed
Who have some to this place
The challenge is written
On every face

High on his horse
The General stands tall
He’s safe at this range
There’s no danger at all

“Crack” sounds the shot
The bright spray of blood
The General falls
And he dies in the mud

Fear starts to spread
Among the rank and file
While out in the field
A rifleman smiles

What can you do?
Green jackets coming for you
Into the fray
Green jackets making them pay

And here’s a big cheer
For the 95th Rifles
The first in the field
And the last from the fray
Deadly precision
Achieving their mission
Raise your fist
95th

Men of the Light
The British elite
Quick with their rifles
And quick on their feet

Scum of the earth
They live and fight hard
Choosing their targets
At 200 yards

What can you do?
Green jackets coming for you
Making them pay
Green jackets winning the day

What can you do?
Green jackets coming for you
Winning the day
Green jackets leading the way