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.
(ed: Chorus sent in by Peter)
Bless 'em all, Bless 'em all,
The long and the short and the tall.
Bless all the sergeants and WO1's,
Bless all the corporals and their bloomin sons.
For 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 me lads, bless 'em all.