When I was young and in me prime
I thought I'd go and join the line
And as a soldier caught the shine
In a lot called the Hungry Army
Sound the bugle, blow the horn
Fight for glory night and morn
Hungry soldiers ragged and torn
Just returned from the Army
And placed a knapsack on me back
To fight in the Hungry Army
Sound the bugle, blow the horn
Fight for glory night and morn
Hungry soldiers, ragged and torn,
Now I went out to drill one day,
The wind was rather strong that way,
In fact it blew the lot away,
This glorious hungry army.
Sound the bugle, blow the horn,
Fight for glory, night and morn,
Hungry sol diers, ragged and torn,
Just returned from the army.
They cut me hair with a knife and fork,
And curled it with a cabbage stalk,
They fed me up on cabbage broth,
To fight in the hungry army.
Sound the bugle, blow the horn,
Fight for glory, night and morn.
Hungry soldiers, ragged and torn,
Just returned from the army.
So now, kind friends, I must be off,
I think I smell the Morton broth.
Here comes General Howland Scuff,
The head of the hungry army.
Sound the bugle, blow the horn,
Fight for glory night and morn,
Hungry soldiers ragged and torn,
Just returned from the army.
