The Legion Of The Lost 1932

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 10Feb2025
2025

Over the desert where the red sun glares,
staggering blindly along.
Here comes the regiment of Legionaires
singing their dare devil song.
They sing of glory mingled with despair,
they sing the story of the Legionaire.

The Legion of the Lost they call us,
The Legion of the Lost are we!
Legionaires and outcasts,
un Beau Geste and then fini!
Marching on to Hell
with the flags swaying,
marching on to Hell
with the drum playing.
Listen to the drum,
what's the drum saying?
"Scum" Scum!"
every tap o' the drum
says "Scum o' the earth!
Scum o' the earth!"
Still we come
to fight and die for
La Belle France,
The Legion of the Lost are we!

The Legion of the Lost they call us,
The Legion of the Lost are we!
Legionaires and outcasts,
un Beau Geste and then fini!
Marching on to Hell
with the flags swaying,
marching on to Hell
with the drum playing.
Listen to the drum,
what's the drum saying?
"Scum" Scum!"
every tap o' the drum
says "Scum o' the earth!
Scum o' the earth!"
Still we come
to fight and die for
La Belle France,
The Legion of the Lost are we!

March on you prodigal from gay Mayfair,
proud of your regiment, what!
Though they are criminals from
God knows where
there's not a coward in the lot!
Just swap your story for a Frenchy flag
sing, adding glory to an alien flag.

The Legion of the Lost they call us,
The Legion of the Lost are we!
Legionaires and outcasts,
un Beau Geste and then fini!
Marching on to Hell
with the flags swaying,
marching on to Hell
with the drum playing.
Listen to the drum,
what's the drum saying?
"Scum" Scum!"
every tap o' the drum
says "Scum o' the earth!
Scum o' the earth!"
Still we come
to fight and die for
La Belle France,
The Legion of the Lost are we!

The Legion of the Lost they call us,
The Legion of the Lost are we!
Legionaires and outcasts,
un Beau Geste and then fini!
Marching on to Hell
with the flags swaying,
marching on to Hell
with the drum playing.
Listen to the drum,
what's the drum saying?
"Scum" Scum!"
every tap o' the drum
says "Scum o' the earth!
Scum o' the earth!"
Still we come
to fight and die for
La Belle France,
The Legion of the Lost are we!

Left! Left!
Schmidt, you Deutscher heman,
who was the frau?
What was the row?
Why did you leave Berlin?
Left! Left!
Carlo, you icecream man,
Why did you run?
Droppa da gun?
Who was it you did in?
We're Greeks, Turks,
and Britishers in Debrett.
and Cockney Bill says
"Swipe me! if the Devil
should cast his net"
Left! Left!
We're prodigal sons, not 'arf!
And it's mighty few of the Prodigals
who go home for the fatted calf!

The Legion of the Lost they call us,
The Legion of the Lost are we!
Legionaires and outcasts,
un Beau Geste and then fini!
Marching on to Hell
with the flags swaying,
marching on to Hell
with the drum playing.
Listen to the drum,
what's the drum saying?
"Scum" Scum!"
every tap o' the drum
says "Scum o' the earth!
Scum o' the earth!"
Still we come
to fight and die for
La Belle France,
The Legion of the Lost are we!

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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The Legion Of The Lost 1932
(A Melodious Monologue)
Lyrics by R.P.Weston & Bert Lee
Music by Harris Weston
© 1932 by Francis, Day & Hunter Ltd.  London
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 10 February 2025 at 15.31
in association with Torquil Syme
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James Pitt-Payne