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, tramp, tramp, we go a-trampin’,

Pólicemen on duty boun’

From de Depôt to de city,

For dere’s racin’-time come roun’.

Wid our great cloaks buttoned round we,

Our best trampin’ boots all strong,

Kit-bags, helmet-bags in each hand,

We go merrily along.

Tramp, tramp, tramp, we go a-trampin’,

Stoutly marchin’ t’rough de rain;

Soon we’ll all be tucked quite snugly

In a corner o’ de train.

Our light hearts are filled wid gladness,

As we’re sweetly whirled away

From de station to de city,

For it means some extra pay.

Passin’ cane-fields all a-racin’,

Lush bananas coated blue,

We’re whirled onward to de city,

Where dere’s work for us to do.