The old soldiers never die
The young ones wish they would

Those poor bastards still moaning out in no-mans-land
Somebody ought to do something about it
It's terrible, terrible. Sounds like a bleeding cattle market

Right; wakey-wakey, on your feet. The order's come through for the attack. We kick off at 5:00 ack-emma. Right! Move!

That's a bloody fine time, isn't it?

If the Sergeant steals your rum, never mind
If the Sergeant steals your rum, never mind
Though he's just a bloody sod
Lеt him take the bleeding lot
If the Sеrgeant steals your rum, never mind
Oh, never mind

If old Jerry shells the trench, never mind
If old Jerry shells the trench, never mind
Though the blasted sandbags fly
You have only once to die
If old Jerry shells the trench, never mind
Oh, never mind

Right; come on lads, come on
If you get stuck on the wire, never mind, never mind
If you get stuck on the wire, never mind, never mind
Though the light's as broad as day
When you die they stop your pay
If you get stuck on the wire, never mind
Oh never mind