Stand still now hold the line
Let me see those breastplates shine
You know the drill it’s well defined
No talking on parade there
We are the royal blues sir
Slick those bridles reigns held tight
Commanding officer in sight
Facing forward nice and bright
We’ll give the enemy such a scare
We are the royal blues sir
March now troopers to the field
Lines of four sabres heeled
Keep the line on the battlefield
What a splendid sight anywhere
We are the royal blues sir
Bring the line round steady gait
Four rows of fifty the French await
Hold lances steady orders to penetrate
No finer cavalry beyond compare
We are the royal blues sir
The sun shone on their lustered armour
Galloping in a theatre of drama
Stories to tell how they would charm her
At breakneck speed upon the legionnaire
We are the royal blues sir
Fifty French cannon volleyed out
A thousand rifles began to spout
Shot shell and dust became a rout
Bearing down enduring, void of care
We are the royal blues sir
Windblown smoke over the battle scene
All had fought for king and queen
No polished boots or breastplate seen
Who will parade now on the square
We were the royal blues sir
