what are the bugles blowin for said files on parade to turn you out to turn you out the colour sergeant said what makes you look so white so white said files on parade i m dreadin what i ve got to watch the colour sergeant said for they re hangin danny deever you can hear the dead march play the regiment s in ollow square they re hangin him to day they ve taken of his buttons off an cut his stripes away an they re hangin danny deever in the mornin what makes the rear rank breathe so ard said files on parade it s bitter cold it s bitter cold the colour sergeant said what makes that front rank man fall down said files on parade a touch o sun a touch o sun the colour sergeant said they are hangin danny deever they are marchin of im round they ave alted danny deever by is coffin on the ground an e ll swing in arf a minute for a sneakin shootin hound o they re hangin danny deever in the mornin is cot was right and cot to mine said files on parade e s sleepin out an far to night the colour sergeant said i ve drunk is beer a score o times said files on parade e s drinkin bitter beer alone the colour sergeant said they are hangin danny deever you must mark im to is place for e shot a comrade sleepin you must look im in the face nine undred of is county an the regiment s disgrace while they re hangin danny deever in the mornin what s that so black agin the sun said files on parade it s danny fightin ard for life the colour sergeant said what s that that whimpers over ead said files on parade it s danny s soul that s passin now the colour sergeant said for they re done with danny deever you can ear the quickstep play the regiment s in column an they re marchin us away ho the young recruits are shakin an they ll want their beer to day after hangin danny deever in the mornin 