Trenchers stand and raise your glasses
Buy your rounds let’s have no passes
‘Till we’re all upon our arses
Landlord pull your pump
Dear old Mike’s ‘Il Presidente
Well turned out ne-ver unkempt, he
Makes damn sure his glass ‘aint empty
Or he gets the hump
G – I – G’ s our motto (motto)
Shout it when you’re blotto (blotto)
Wet your lip
And feed the whip
Your not allowed to leave until you’re
potto (potto)
All for one and one for all we
Never refuse the Trenchers call we
Don’t care if your mushroom’s small
We quaff until we fall
So good Trenchers sing out loudly
Wear your button mushroom proudly
Never drink a pint that’s cloudy
Or you’ll get the runs
So as we approach the finish
Let your voices not diminish
Be you fat or be you thinish
Britain’s finest sons
So prepare to spit your dentures
Be you Krauts or be you Frenchers
Look out chaps here come the Trenchers
And we’re here all day
Keep your frogs and stick your sna-ils
We are here to quaff your ales
By the jug or by the pails
So boys clear the way
We’re forever Trenching (Trenching)
Quaffing, scoffing wenching (wenching)
Freely flowing, boldly going
Gorging ‘till our buttocks we are clenching
(clenching)
Men of garlic
Hide your women
Or their privet’s we’ll be trimmin’
Trenching ‘till the day be dimming
Then we’re going home