Bless ‘Em All

They say there’s a troopship just leaving Bombay

Bound for old Blighty’s shore,

Heavily laden with time expired men,

Bound for the land they adore.

There’s many an airman 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 W.O ones,

Bless all the corporals and their blinkin’ 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.