A butcher, a baker
Candlestick maker
A fitter
A turner and a miner and a clerk
A factory worker and a doctor and a lawyer
Were sent to the depot and taught how to march

The lion and the 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 moulded 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 a string
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
They 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 faith
The battles were gory
But they marched into glory
But brave Territorials 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 a string
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 a string
Of The Old Happy Wanderer, tears fill my eyes

Val-deri (Val-deri)
Oh Val-dera (Val-dera)
I got my knapsack
Sitting on my back

Oh Val-deri (Val-deri)
Val-dera (Val-dera)
My knapsack's on my back