60
Not Understood
That noble band, at their chief’s command,
Mount up on the crumbling walls,
With axe and hose, where the red flame glows,
And the blazing roof tree falls;
The crowd retreat from the scorching heat,
But the Firemen, undismayed,
With courage true, the flames subdue,
Hurrah for the Fire Brigade!
No prouder tramp
In field or camp,
On march or on parade,
Than the Firemen’s tread
As they rush ahead,
Hurrah for the Fire Brigade!
Mount up on the crumbling walls,
With axe and hose, where the red flame glows,
And the blazing roof tree falls;
The crowd retreat from the scorching heat,
But the Firemen, undismayed,
With courage true, the flames subdue,
Hurrah for the Fire Brigade!
No prouder tramp
In field or camp,
On march or on parade,
Than the Firemen’s tread
As they rush ahead,
Hurrah for the Fire Brigade!
