Give them a shell boys! give them a shell! They are coming over the hill; You can see their widening columns swell; You can hear their bugles trill. Give them a shell, boys! Aim her straight! Ready! Pull lanyard! Off she goes! Hear her skurry and scream in hate. Pouff! She's done for a dozen foes! Give them grape, boys! give them grape! They are coming a little too near. Each dusky bulk is gaining a shape, And their tramp is loud and clear. Give them grape, boys! Steady! Fire! Now, boys, go to work