Bless'em all

Speranza

A Lancaster leaving the Ruhr
Bound for old Blighty shore,
Heavily laden with flak-frightened crew
Scared stiff and prone on the floor.
There's many a bomber long finished his tour
There's many a plonk signing on
We'll get no promotioon this side of the ocean
So cheer up my lads, bless 'em all.
Sod 'em all, sod 'em all,
The long and the short and the tall,
Sod all the sergeants and WO ones,
Sod all the corporals and their bastard sons,
For 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, sod 'em all.

They say there's a Whitley just leaving Ringway
Bound for old Tatton Park
Heavily laden with parachute troops,
Bound for a jump in the dark.
There's many a soldier who has jumped before,
There's many a one had a fall,
But you'll get no promotion if your chute doesn't open,
So cheer up my lads Bless 'em all.
Bless 'em all, bless 'em all,
The parachute packers and all,
Bless all the sergeants and their paratroops,
Bless all the packers and their statichutes,
'Cos we're saying good-bye to them all,
As out of their Whitleys they fall,
You'll get no promotion
If your chute doesn't open,
So cheer up my lads Bless 'em all.