It's the soldiers of the Queen, my lads
Who've been my lads
Who've seen my lads
In the fight for England's glory, lads
When we have to show them what we mean
And when we say we've always won
And when they ask us how it's done
We'll proudly point to everyone
Of England's soldiers of the Queen.
It's a long way to Tipperary
It's a long way to go
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know
Goodbye, Piccadilly
Farewell, Leicester Square
It's a long long way to Tipperary
But my heart's right there
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag
And smile, smile, smile
While you've a lucifer to light your fag
Smile, boys, that's the style
What's the use of worrying
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag
And smile, smile, smile
Take me back to dear old Blighty
Put me on the train for London town
Take me over there
Drop me anywhere
 Liverpool Leeds or Birmingham, I don't care!
I should love to see my best girl
Cuddling up again we soon should be
（whoa～）
Tiddley-iddley-ighty
Hurry me back to Blighty
Blighty is the place for me