Oh, the grand old Duke of York,

He had ten thousand men;

He marched them up to the top of the hill,

March in place

And he marched them down again.

And when they were up, they were up,

Stretch up

And when they were down, they were down,


And when they were only halfway up,

Bend knees

They were neither up nor down.

Stretch up and crouch low, quickly