Where the shot and shell are falling
And the bugles are a-calling
Where the smoke and smell of powders' on the wind
And the sharper rifle rattle shows the forefront of the battle
A squad or two of Sappers you will find
Be it bridging or pontooning
Be it surveying or ballooning
A path through swamps or obstacles to clear
Then the man they all will beckon
And the man on whom they'll reckon
Is serving in the Royal EngineersEVERYWHERE our motto
Where our country needsIs the Sapper watchword,Not by words but deeds
First when bugle summonLast to leave in warIs the proud tradition?
Of our glorious Corps.