Up the hill and down again,
March we proudly in our train.
Strike up boys, let's sing a song!
So the journey won't last very long.
We go 'head, 'head, 'head
Over many paths we tread,
With a spring in our step,
There is no more need to fret!
With a pace, pace pace
By the beating drum we race,
Any challenge we will gladly face!
Yes, we sing for the girls
Who all wait by the way
Who all wave to the boys
As they all march away.
Come my friend, friend, friend!
It won't be so long and then,
From his longing he'll come back again!
With such grit, grit grit,
The cavalry will never quit!
Such a sting, sting, sting
In a gallop do they bring!
As for we, we, we
Hauling up artillery
While we sing the same old melody!
Like a falcon ascending
As it soars through the sky,
We can see how our pilots
Keep watch as they fly!
And on the tide, tide, tide,
Steams the Swedish Navy's pride
Sailing on the ocean far and wide!
not literal translation, this is just a singable version