When this bloody war is over

No more soldiering for me

When I get my civvy clothes on

Oh how happy I will be

No more Church parades on Sunday

No more putting in for leave

How I'll miss the sergeant major

How his poor old heart will grieve


When this bloody war is over

No more soldiering for me

When I get my civvy clothes on

Oh how happy I will be

No more standing to attention

No more asking for a weekend pass

You can tell the sergeant major

Where to stuff his bleeding pass


When this bloody war is over

No more soldiering for me

When I get my civvy clothes on

Oh how happy I will be

No more putting in for furlough

Only one more church parade

No more Shitting in a slit trench

No more Ticklers' marmalade