I must be courageous, bold and strong
I spend my day training and working
Learning how to counter match and right about
My left is left
Right is right
Moving from east to west
Until I hit the dusty trail
I am a brave little soldier
I eat my breakfast on the war front
The riffle is custard to me
On my T-shirt is a canteen medal
My meals are prepared by a “cabbage commando”
I am a brave little soldier
Obedient is my last command
As an infantryman I run across the battlefield
Carrying heavy weaponry
Always firing at an enemy
I am a brave little soldier
I know how to use my artillery
I am not afraid of death
Even if my collar bone crumbles
I am a little brave soldier, I never stumble
Marching, marching, marching
I must carry on to where freedom awaits me
Written by: Fred Oreva
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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