Bless ‘Em All

Bless ’em all, bless ’em all

The long and the short and the tall;

Bless all the sergeants and double-u-o ones,

Bless all the corporals and their blinking sons,

‘cos 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, bless ’em all.

They say there’s a troopship just leaving Bombay

Bound for old Blighty shore,

Heavily laden with time-expired men,

Bound for the land they adore.

There’s many a soldier just finishing his time,

There’s many a twerp signing on:

You’ll get no promotion this side of the ocean,

So cheer up, my lads, bless ’em all.

Bless ’em all, bless ’em all

The long and the short and the tall;

Bless all the sergeants and double-u-o ones,

Bless all the corporals and their blinking sons,

‘cos 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, bless ’em all.