Oh I marched to the
battle of New Orleans
Qetellong ea ntoa ea pele ea Brithani
Naha e nyenyane e ile ea qala ho hōla
Mali a manyenyane a qala ho phalla
Empa ha ke sa tsamaea
For I’ve killed my
share of Indians
Lintoeng tse likete tse fapaneng
Ke ne ke le moo Lenakeng le Leholo le Lenyane
I heard many men lying
I saw many more dying
Empa ha ke sa tsamaea
It’s always the old to
lead us to the war
E ntse e le bacha ho oa
Now look at all we’ve won with the sabre and the gun
Ak'u mpolelle hore na ho bohlokoa hakae
For I stole California
from the Mexican land
Fought in the bloody Civil War
Yes I even killed my brother
And so many others
And I ain’t marchin’ anymore
For I marched to the
battles of the German trench
In a war that was bound to end all wars
Oh I must have killed a million men
And now they want me back again
Empa ha ke sa tsamaea
It’s always the old to
lead us to the war
E ntse e le bacha ho oa
Now look at all we’ve won with the sabre and the gun
Ak'u mpolelle hore na ho bohlokoa hakae
For I flew the final
mission in the Japanese sky
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When I saw the cities burning
I knew that I was learning
That I ain’t marchin’ anymore
Now the labor leader’s
screamin’ when they close the missile plants,
United Fruit e hoeletsa lebōpong la Cuba,
Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason,"
Call it "Love" or call it "Reason,"
But I ain’t marchin’ any more.