“Just look after my gal, will ye?
While I’m frontin’ the fire an’ the foe--
Like a good old pal, look after my gal--
An’ Gawd bless ye wheerever I go!
“If I fall, of course I’ll fall fightin’
For the honour an’ name of the Flag--
An’ I’ll only be one of ten thousand,
Who’ll die for that rummy old rag!
But we’re off--Good-bye, England!--I’ll trust ye--
The great British Nation’s my pal!
Pass the hat round!--and say when I’m done for,
‘We’ll all look after his gal!’