作曲 : Brian Warfield

To the tiny homesteads of the west

The recruiting sergeant came

He promised all a future bright

So the brave men went off to fight

For the Empire and her laws

And many's a victory they had won

Many hardships they had seen

They fought and died side by side

Their enemies they had defied

And for a foreign king

The drums they were a-beating time

While the pipes they loudly played

When Daly died the drums did beat

That morning in the Dagshai heat

Now we beat the drums no more

While serving in a far-off land

The news had come from home

Of our people's fate it did relate

Of the Tans and their campaign of hate

And we're fighting on their side

Arise, arise, young Daly cried

Come join along with me

We'll strike a blow for liberty

A regimental mutiny

In support of friends at home

The drums they were a-beating time

While the pipes they loudly played

When Daly died the drums did beat

That morning in the Dagshai heat

Now we beat the drums no more

And the colonel stood before his troops

Those men who mutinied

He told them of those honors won

But the men stood in the blazing sun

Saying we'll fight your war no more

For cannon fodder we had been

For the French at Waterloo

We fought your every bloody war

And we'll fight your war no more

The drums they were a-beating time

While the pipes they loudly played

When Daly died the drums did beat

That morning in the Dagshai heat

Now we beat the drums no more

Those men got penal servitude

And Daly's condemned to die

Far from his home in Tyrrell Pass

This young man's died in Ireland's cause

Far from his native land

The drums they were a-beating time

While the pipes they loudly played

When Daly died the drums did beat

That morning in the Dagshai heat

Now we beat the drums no more