Who’ll die for that rummy old rag!
But we’re off—Good-bye, England!—I’ll trust ye—
The great British Nation’s my pal!
Pass the hat round!—and say when I’m done for,
‘We’ll all look after his gal!’
REFRAIN
“Yes, England, look after my gal, will ye?
While I’m frontin’ the fire an’ the foe,
Be a faithful pal, and look after my gal—
An’ Gawd bless ye wheerever I go!”