Rifles -

See them arrayed

Who have some to this place

The challenge is written

On every face

High on his horse

The General stands tall

He’s safe at this range

There’s no danger at all

«Crack» sounds the shot

The bright spray of blood

The General falls

And he dies in the mud

Fear starts to spread

Among the rank and file

While out in the field

A rifleman smiles

What can you do?

Green jackets coming for you

Into the fray

Green jackets making them pay

And here’s a big cheer

For the 95th Rifles

The first in the field

And the last from the fray

Deadly precision

Achieving their mission

Raise your fist

95th

Men of the Light

The British elite

Quick with their rifles

And quick on their feet

Scum of the earth

They live and fight hard

Choosing their targets

At 200 yards

What can you do?

Green jackets coming for you

Making them pay

Green jackets winning the day

What can you do?

Green jackets coming for you

Winning the day

Green jackets leading the way