Across the foam our gallant sons have fought for Britain's glory;
Their deeds shall live for many a day, in picture and in story
How at the call from Motherland they shouldered arms and rushed,
And swore to ne'er turn back again till Britain's foes were crushed.

Singing Heigh! Singing Ho! Singing up with the Union Jack!
So, to Johnny Canuck's health and luck and when he comes marching home,
All pride and pluck our Johnny Canuck comes gaily marching home.
He'll be the nation's white haired boy.
We'll welcome him with sounds of joy;
When Johnny Canuck comes marching home.

'Neath Afric's burning sun they fought, like vet'rans, did their duty;
Full many a blow for Empire struck, our thoughts of home and beauty
But foot by foot and stroke by stroke they pushed the foeman back
Till proudly in that alien land they raised the Union Jack.
Singing Heigh! Singing Ho! etc.

We mourn the boys who'll ne'er come back, in distant graves they slumber;
The trump of Fame shall loud proclaim their glory and their number
But here's to those who, safe, return to tread their native land
With heart and voice we'll welcome home our brave Canadian band.
Singing Heigh! Singing Ho! etc.