The Grand Old Duke of York
The Grand Old Duke of
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again!
And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only
Halfway up,
They were neither up nor down!
March, everybody, march
Marching to the rhythm
Marching to the beat
Stand up straight, move your arms
Start to move those feet
March around the garden,
Up and down the hall
Marching makes you happy
And marching makes you tall
The Grand Old Duke of
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again!
And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only
Halfway up,
They were neither up nor down!
And when they were only
Halfway up,
Sometimes they fell right down!
