The Four-Foot-Ten Brigade

(The Finnikin Fusiliers)
From “The Passing Show of 1915”
Words Arthur Wimperis and Hartley Carrick
Music by Herman Finck

The sheet music:

The-Four-Foot-Ten-Brigade – Sheet MusicDownload

Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:

The_Four-Foot-Ten_Brigade – MIDIDownload

Lyrics

  1. There are chaps you see
    Who are six foot three
    But they’re not much good at a pinch
    For your fighting men
    Should be four foot ten
    (Which is what I am to an inch)
    Napoleon left them all on the shelf
    (You’re perfectly right, but what was his height?)
    A man about the size of myself
    (That’s perfectly true, a credit to you)
    So, I’ve raised a corps of that useful height
    Which’ll end the war
    When I heave in sight
    With the Finnikin Fusiliers
    (Oh, the Finnikin Fusiliers)

Refrain
The Four-Foot-Ten Brigade
The smartest ever made
The people shout
When we come out upon parade
Till we begin to drill
On Constitution Hill
Be-gad, me lad
They never had an Army

  1. We can wipe the floor
    With your six foot four
    When it comes to storming a heart
    When we’re marching by
    With the gay glad eye
    We leave them all in the cart
    You can’t resist our masculine charms
    (It’s perfectly true, we dote upon you)
    You must obey our summons to arms
    (We burn to begin, so come and “fall in”)
    Oh, we’re on the sopt
    When it’s after dark
    It’s a trifle hot
    When you’re in the park
    With the Finnikin Fusiliers

Refrain
The Four-Foot-Ten Brigade
The smartest ever made
The people shout
When we come out upon parade
If every girl I’ve kissed
Were willing to enlist
Be-gad, my lad
We should have had an Army

Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: