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
