And then he started singing again

and a bucket load of beer-vomit came whooshing out

I'm too drunk to feel the pain if you hit me, and if you kill me

I'll be glad to be dead

and then he started singing again

When you, my darling, are gone

howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers

not in a stinking world like this

what sort of a world is it? men on the moon and men

spinning round the earth like it might be midges round a lamp

and then it was blood, not song nor vomit

that came out of his filthy mouth

and brought thee peace and victory

then we tripped him so he laid down flat and heavy

but still he went on singing

he was sort of flattened to the wall and his platties

were a disgrace that was disgusting

so we gave him the boot, one go each

he shut up singing and started to creech

oh dear dear land, I fought for thee

then he gave us some lip music

go on, do me in you bastard cowards,

I don't want to live anyway

and I will go back to my darling, my darling

so we got hold of him and cracked him,

but he still went on singing

so we cracked into him lovely, grinning all over our faces

it's no world for any old man any longer

and then he started singing again