And we've left him a letter behind us to tell him we found him so.
Not just to say, precisely, "Good-bye," but "Au revoir"!
Somewhere or other we'll meet again, before the end of the war!
But I hope it'll be in a wider place, with a lot more room on the map,
And the airmen over the fight that day'll see a bit of a scrap!
Meanwhile, here's health to the Navy, that took us there, and away;
Lord! they're miracle-workers—and fresh ones every day!
My word! those Mids in the cutters! aren't they properly keen!
Don't ever say England's rotten—or not to us, who've seen!
Well! we're gone. We're out of it all! We've somewhere else to fight.