| Like the storm that's in the making
When the rumbling thunder runs
And the hills and valleys tremble:
That's THE THUNDER OF THE GUNS.
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| When the aiming posts are planted
And the firing order comes,
Then the layers work their magic
With their sight and bubble runs.
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| Then the check is on the charges
And the range that's on the drum,
Then the muzzle flashes lightning:
That's THE THUNDER OF THE GUNS.
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| It's in the fury of the battle
When the understanding comes
That the gunner is forever,
A partner with the guns.
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| The gunner's pride is legend
And the battles he has won,
Bring Regimental Honours:
Through THE THUNDER OF THE GUNS.
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| With the smoking breaches empty
And the dust and cordite gone,
There's a rumble in the distance:
That's THE THUNDER OF THE GUNS.
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| The Gods of War have finished
And the Sands of Time have run,
But always there's the memory of
THE THUNDER OF THE GUNS.
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| And as today becomes the future
Our sons will tell their sons,
That the men whose blood they carry:
Knew THE THUNDER OF THE GUNS.
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In the valley of the shadows
When his comrades are as one,
Their hearts will surely gladden
For they're the only ones
That understand the music
THE THUNDER OF THE GUNS.
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