Bless 'Em All
Sod 'Em All
Bless 'Em AllSod 'Em All | |
Left: From Songs from the Front & Rear
Right: American paratrooper version from WWII
| A Lancaster leaving the Ruhr Bound for old Blighty shore, Heavily laden with flak-frightened crew Scared stiff and prone on the floor. There's many a bomber long finished his tour There's many a plonk signing on We'll get no promotioon this side of the ocean So cheer up my lads, bless 'em all. Sod 'em all, sod 'em all, The long and the short and the tall, Sod all the sergeants and WO ones, Sod all the corporals and their bastard sons, For we're saying goodbye to them all, As back to their billets they crawl, You'll get no promotion This side of the ocean, So cheer up, my lads, sod 'em all. | They say there's a Whitley just leaving Ringway Bound for old Tatton Park Heavily laden with parachute troops, Bound for a jump in the dark. There's many a soldier who has jumped before, There's many a one had a fall, But you'll get no promotion if your chute doesn't open, So cheer up my lads Bless 'em all. Bless 'em all, bless 'em all, The parachute packers and all, Bless all the sergeants and their paratroops, Bless all the packers and their statichutes, 'Cos we're saying good-bye to them all, As out of their Whitleys they fall, You'll get no promotion If your chute doesn't open, So cheer up my lads Bless 'em all. |