An' they let their shrapnel fly,
But they never takes a pot at us
Exceptin' on the sly.
Chorus
"Fritzie w'en you comin' out?
This wot you calls a fight?
You won't never get to Calais
Always keepin' out o' sight.
"We're a goin' back to Blightey—
Wot's the use a-witin' 'ere