Then he pulled off me medals, me twenty-five medals
I'd won out in different parts.
But I said to him "Oi, give me two of them back,
'Cause I won them there two playing darts."
Then the drums and the pipes played the Rogues March
And the Colonel he sobbed and said "Sam,
You're no longer a Soldier, I'm sorry to say
Sam, Sam, you're a dirty old man."
And soon I was outside the old barrack gates
With the tears rolling all down me face;
Then up rode the Colonel's young daughter, God bless her,
The pride of the Regiment, our Grace.
She said "What's to do, Sam?"
I said "What's to do? I'm drummed out lass for watering beer."
Then she fell off her 'orse, threw her arms round me neck
And said "Sam, you poor innocent dear."
Then she rushed to her father, the Colonel, and said,
"Say, papa, I'll hand you the dope.
Poor Sam here is innocent, I did the deed
I was told to by my Band of Hope."