Rhodesia Regiment

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