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2 ~ It’s
a long way to 5 ~ Whiter
than the
Tipperary Whitewash
It’s a long way to Tipperary Whiter than the whitewash on the wall!
it’s a long way to go Whiter than the whitewash on the wall!
It’s a long way to Tipperary Oh wash me in the water
to the sweetest girl I know that you wash your dirty daughter in,
Goodbye Picadilly, So I can be whiter than
farewell Leicester Square the whitewash on the wall!
It’s a long, long way to Tipperary On the wall, (on the wall)
but my heart’s right there. On the wall, (on the wall)
It took a long time to get it hairy, Oh wash me in the water
'twas a long time to grow ; that you wash your dirty daughter in,
Took a long time to get it hairy, So I can be whiter than
for the toothbrush hairs to show. the whitewash on the wall!
Good-bye, Charlie Chaplin,
farewell, tufts of hair ;
'Twas a long, long time to get it hairy,
but now my lip's quite bare.
Popular about the time the War Office rescinded
its order regarding moustaches.
30 July 2017 2 _WW1 Choruses.pdf
01 March 2015 WW1 Choruses
6 ~ Bombed last night 9 ~ Hush! Here Comes A
Bombed last night and Whizbang
bombed the night before,
Hush! Here comes a whizbang
Going to be bombed tonight if we
Hush! Here comes a whizbang
never get bombed any more.
Now you soldiers
When we’re bombed
get down those stairs
we’re scared as we can be.
Down in your dugouts and
God strafe the bombing planes from
say your prayers.
High Germany.
Hush! Here comes a whizbang
They’re over us, they’re over us,
And it’s making straight for you.
One shell hole for just the four of us.
And you’ll see all the wonders of
Thank your lucky stars there are no
No Man’s Land
more— of us,
If a whizz-bang hits you.
‘Cos one of us could fill it all alone.
Gassed last night and 10 ~ At the halt, on the left
gassed the night before, Tune: the “Red, White and Blue”
Going to get gassed tonight if we
At the halt, on the left, form platoon,
never get gassed any more.
At the halt, on the left, form platoon:
When we’re gassed
If the odd numbers
we’re sick as we can be,
don’t mark time in two paces
‘Cos phosgene and mustard gas is
How the hell can the rest form platoon?
much too much for me.
They’re warning us, they’re warning us, If he moves in the ranks, take his name
One respirator for the four of us. If he moves in the ranks, take his name
Thank your lucky stars that three of You can hear—
us— can run, the Sergeant Major shouting
So one of us can use it all alone. If he moves in the ranks, take his name
Org Tune:- The Church’s One Foundation 12 ~ Far, far from Wipers
My old man’s a dust-man Tune:- Sing Me to Sleep
He fought at the Battle of Mons
Far, far from Wipers, I long to be,
He killed a dozen Germans
Where German snipers can’t get at me,
With only a couple of bombs.
Damp is my dugout, cold are my feet,
One lay here, and one lay there
Waiting for whizzbangs to put me to sleep.
And one around the corner.
And another poor soul
with his leg hanging off
Was crying out for water