Here’s to the soldiers that march tae the wars
With lovely tin hats and long woollen drawers.
The colonel says right lads, over the top.
Then he stands back tae watch while the poor buggers drop.
Buy us a drink and we’ll sing you a song
Of the chances you missed and the love that went wrong
If you can’t stand a schooner, stand us a ten,
We’ll knock it straight down and we’ll sing it again.
There’s girls in the parlour there’s girls in the bars.
They paint on the smile so you don’t see the scars.
They get lots of offers and not much respect
For raisin’ three kids on a government cheque.
In comes the landlord so fat and content
Comes round in his Volvo to pick up the rent.
Then off with his wad tae recline by the pool.
He leaves you tae rot in this nutsty old hole.
It’s the taste of the whiskey tae tell you the truth
Has shortened me days and wasted me youth.
Be kind tae the health, sir, do it no harm,
Put a pint o’ the black on the end of me arm.