The Marching Song of Col. Matthew Elliott's Company of His Majesty's British Indian Department We're seldom seen in uniform We often smell like smoke Our officers are wise old men Who know the Native folk We're not impressed by guilded braid Or powdered wigs on men We're used to being sent away And then called back again. We go where others just won't go We do what they won't do We help our Native Allies teach The Yanks a thing or two. And when the gentlemen in red They ask us who we be We say we are His Majesty's Indian Agency! * * * |
| The Marching Song is sung to the tune of the War of 1812 by Three Dead Trolls in a Baggie Click on video |
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| Written by Doug Robinson aka Shaymus, The Captain's Bodyguard |
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