Hastily culled from my beer addled memory so may not be entire ...AWM

I joined up in the army They said I was a clown
and so to teach me soldiering they marched me up and down
and like the good old Duke of York who had 10000 men
they marched me up to the top o the Hill and marched me down again

and I went marching, marching down the road again
marching, marching down the road again
and tho I keep on marching and trying to reach the end
I haven't go there yet and Im still marching

They marched me off to flanders to all the rain and mud
I learned to keep me head down and run whenever i could
I never thought I would survive when all me mates was gone
but at last they said to me Young man It's time to march you home

They sent me into civvy street and gave to me a treat
A demob suit and a new pair of boots to put on me tired old feet
I marched on down to the factory for a year or two or more
But hard times came, the boss went broke and they marched me out the door

I've marched Old england over to try and find a job
I don't want much just some graft to earn a couple of bob
We'll all ,march down to London to see the king and queen
some times it seems to me thats all I've ever been...