THE SPIRIT

WHEN THERE AINT NO GAL TO KISS YOU,
AND THE POSTMAN SEEMS TO MISS YOU,
AND THE FAGS HAVE SKIPPED ISSUE,
CARRY ON

WHEN YE'VE GOT AN EMPTY BELLY,
AND THE BULLEY'S ROTTEN SMELLY,
AND YOU'RE SHAKING LIKE A JELLY,
CARRY ON

WHEN THE BOSHE HAVE DONE YOUR CHUM IN,
AND THE SERGEANT'S DONE THE RUM IN,
AND THERE AINT NO RATIONS COMIN,
CARRY ON

WHEN THE WORLD IS RED AND REEKING,
AND THE SHRAPNEL SHELLS ARE SHRIEKING,
AND YOUR BODY IS SLOWLY LEAKING,
CARRY ON

WHEN THE BROKEN BATTERED TRENCHES,
ARE LIKE THE BLOODY BUTCHERS TABLE,
AND THE AIR IS THICK WITH STENCHES,
CARRY ON

CARRY ON,
THOUGH YOUR PALS ARE PALE AND WAN,
AND THE HOPE OF LIFE IS GONE,
CARRY ON,
FOR TO DO MORE THAN YOU CAN,
IS TO BE A BRITISH MAN,
NOT A ROTTEN 'ALSO RAN'
CARRY ON.

BY WOODBINE WILLY