Letras
The ants go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching nine by nine, the little one stops to check the time
And they all go marching down
A storm draws near, thou shall not fear, it's violent wrath tonight
What you hold dear, it matters not, for it is all gone tonight
We must now go away from home, our brothers and sisters await
To find a new land, surrounded by sand, in us the queen places her faith
The ants go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching nine by nine, the little one stops to check the time
And they all go marching down
Our time has come, the storms affront, as thunderclouds fill up the sky
Our numerous men, both brethren and friends, all march away into the night
We board the ship of leaves and sticks, and onto the river we go
But three of our friends met their bitter ends by jumping into the unknown
The ants go marching six by six, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching six by six, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching six by six, the little one stops to pick up sticks
And they all go marching down
A storm arrives, it's howling winds, how eerie and frightening the sky
We set the sails and hoist the mast, or in Davy Jones' locker thee lie
Our time has come so tightly strung, there lies no time to suck your thumb
For the cyclone has arrived
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three, the little one stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching down
The ant went marching all alone, hurrah, hurrah
The ant went marching all alone, hurrah, hurrah
The ant went marching all alone, as all of his friends were down below
Still they all went marching down