He was there when Nelson triumphed, he was there when Gordon died;
He sees his Red-Cross ensign float on all the winds that blow,
But ah! his heart's in England—
In England, April England—
His heart it dreams of England where the golden willows grow.
Saint George he was a fighting man; he's here and fighting still,
While any wrong is yet to right or Dragon yet to kill;
And faith! he's finding work this day to suit his war-worn sword,
For he's strafing Huns in Flanders to the glory of the Lord!
Saint George he is a fighting man, but, when the fighting's past,