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by Bingo
Sound the fife and beat the
drum,
We’re riding, we’re
riding to Rumbledom!
Dewdrop’s dead, and
‘Erbie too,
We’re going to do what we
must do.
Onwards we ride to glorious
fame,
To rout the Rumbles and earn
a name!
With a fee and a fo and a
fie and a fum,
We’re riding, we’re
riding to Rumbledom!
From Peckham, and Stepney,
and Tooting we come!
We’re riding, we’re
riding to Rumbledom!
Wandsworth, Whitechapel and
Neasden too,
We’re going to do what we
must do.
Ahead lies battle and maybe
death,
We’ll soldier on as long
as we’ve breath
To rid the world of that
snouted scum,
We’re riding, we’re
riding to Rumbledom!
Armoured in courage from
bonce to bum,
We’re riding, we’re
riding to Rumbledom!
Though they are many and we
are few,
We’re going to do what we
must do.
So, giddeyup Sam, and spare
no speed!
Forward to war, O noble
steed!
To triumph, or Hell, or
Kingdom Come,
We’re riding, we’re riding to Rumbledom!