Ambling madly all over the town   The call to arms you likened to a whisper   I likened to a radio   You were a brick bat, a bowery tuff, so rough   They called you from a cartoon   Pulled out of your pantaloons      But You   My brother in arms   I'd rather I'd lose my limbs   Than let you come to harm      But You   My bombazine doll   The bullets may singe your skin   And the mortars may fall      But I   I never felt so much life   Than tonight   Huddled in the trenches   Gazing on the battle field   Our rifles blaze away   We blaze away      Corporal Bradley of regiment five   In proud array standing by the bathing   Soldiers and the stevedores   We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep   Our eyes aligned, swaddled in our civies   Cradled in our dungarees      But You   My brother in arms   I'd rather I'd lose my limbs   Than let you come to harm      But You   My bombazine doll   The bullets may singe your skin   And the mortars may fall      But I   I never felt so much life   Than tonight   Huddled in the trenches   Gazing on the battle field   Our rifles blaze away   We blaze away   We blaze away   We blaze away