Charge, my brave Italian troops,
See the Turks run in groups,
Charge, now we surely are beating,
Watch them now, surely retreating,
Tripoli, fair desert land,
The Royal March, strikes up the band,
Come, Italians firm we'll stand,
And surely conquer this Afric' land.
Afric' land fair Afric' land,
Come Italians now we'll brand,
This Afric' land, fair Afric' land,
Hurrah, hurrah for Trip'li land.
Now the fight is almost o'er,
The wily Turks are looking sore,
Sing, brave comrades, sing and say,
No Turk nor Arab here must stay,
Fight we always sure we must,
Until we see that rights are just,
Long live our Italian land,
And fair Tripoli no Turks shall strand.