The Army, the Navy and the Air Force Have made old England's name. Our soldiers, our sailors and our airmen Have always played the game. They're steady - they're true and always ready. They fight for you and me. The Army, the Navy and the Air force Leading us to victory. They say there's a troopship just leaving bombay Bound for old blighty 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 corp'rals and their blinkin sons Cause 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 Private Jones came in one night Full of cheer and very bright He'd been out all day upon the spree He bumped into Sergeant Smeck Put his arms around his neck And in his ear he whispered tenderly Kiss me goodnight Sergeant Major Tuck me in my little wooden bed We all love you Sergeant Major When we hear you bawling "Show a leg " Don't forget to wake me in the morning And bring me 'round a nice hot cup of tea Kiss me goodnight Sergeant Major Sergeant Major be a mother to me Underneath the lantern, By the barrack gate Darling I remember The way you used to wait T'was there that you whispered tenderly, That you loved me,You'd always be, My Lilli of the Lamplight, My own Lilli Marlene Orders came for sailing, Somewhere over there All confined to barracks was more than I could bear I knew you were waiting in the street I heard your feet, But could not meet, My Lilly of the Lamplight, my own Lilly Marlene Resting in our billets, Just behind the lines Even tho' we're parted, Your lips are close to mine You wait where that lantern softly gleams, Your sweet face seems To haunt my dreams My Lilly of the Lamplight, My own Lilly Marlene I'll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day through In that small cafe The park across the way The children's carousel The chestnut tree The wishing well I'll be seeing you Through every lovely summer's day In everything that's light and gay I'll always think of you that way I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you Now is the hour when we must say goodbye. Soon you'll be sailing far across the sea. While you're away, oh, then, remember me. When you return, you'll find me waiting here. This is the Army, Mister Jones No private rooms or telephones You had your breakfast in bed before But you won't have it there any more This is the Army, Mister Green We like the barracks nice and clean You had a housemaid to clean your floor But she won't help you out any more Do what the buglers command They're in the Army and not in a band This is the Army, Mister Brown You and your baby went to town She had you worried but this is war And she won't worry you anymore We're going to hang out the washing on the Siegfried line Have you any dirty washing mother dear We're going to hang out the washing on the Siegfried line Cause the washing day is here Whether the weather may be wet or fine We'll just rub along without a care We're going to hang out the washing on the Siegfried line If that Siegfried line's still there