A butcher, a baker, candlestick- maker
A fitter, a turner, and a miner, and a clerk
A factory worker, a doctor, a lawyer
Were sent to the depot and taught how to march
The lion and tusk that we wore on our bush hats
Were polished with pride and they shined in the sun
Though we came together from all walks of life
We came off that Parade square all molded as one
Rhodesia Regiment, you fought for empires
And states, from your birth until your demise
And words can't explain, when the band plays the strain
Of the Old Happy Wanderer, tears fill my eyes
On account of a lady, they locked me up in Brady
For her I went AWOL, I thought I was dead
And the harsh words they spoke to me
Were just like a joke to me
'Cause deep down I knew they never meant what they said
Other fine regiments fought there beside us
All steeped in tradition and brimming with fame
The battles were gory but they marched into glory
But brave territorial's died just the same
Rhodesia Regiment, you fought for empires
And states, from your birth until your demise
And words can't explain, when the band plays the strain
Of the Old Happy Wanderer, tears fill my eyes
Rhodesia Regiment, you fought for empires
And states, from your birth until your demise
And words can't explain, when the band plays the strain
Of the Old Happy Wanderer, tears fill my eyes
Valda-ree, oh valda- raa, I've got my knapsack sitting on my back
Valda-ree, oh valda- raa, my knapsack's on my back