>>10497499
When first under fire an' you're wishful to duck,
Don't look nor take 'eed at the man that is struck,
Be thankful you're livin', and trust to your luck
And march to your front like a Guardsman.
When 'arf of your shots fly wide in the ditch,
Don't call your lasgun a cross-eyed old bitch;
She's human as you are -- you treat her as sich,
An' she'll fight for the Imperial Guardsman.
When shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine,
The guns o' the xeno filth form into line,
Shoot low at the limbers an' don't mind the shine,
For noise never startles the Guardsman.
If your Comissar's dead and the sergeants look white,
Remember it's heresy to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,
And wait for supports like a Guardsman.
When you're wounded and left on an alien world's plains,
And the heretics come out to defile what remains,
Jest roll to your lasgun and blow out your brains
An' die for th' Emprah like a Guardsman.
Die, die, die like a Guardsman,
Die, die, die like a Guardsman,
Die, die, die like a Guardsman,
Guards-man of the EMPRAH!