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1 ~ Here we are again


2 ~ It’s a long way to Tipperary
3 ~ Pack up your troubles
4 ~ Glory Alleluia
5 ~ Whiter than the Whitewash
6 ~ Bombed last night
7 ~ I’ll take the tripod
8 ~ My old man’s a dust-man
9 ~ Hush! Here Comes A Whizbang
10 ~ At the halt, on the left
11 ~ We've had no beer
12 ~ Far, far from Wipers
13 ~ Rooty
14 ~ Raining
15 ~ Fred Karno’s Army
16 ~ Dirty Danny
17 ~ M. and V.
18 ~ The Sick Parade
19 ~ Oh, What a Life
20 ~ Never Mind
21 ~ The Field Postcard
22 ~ Good-bye-ee (chorus)
23 ~ We've got to put up with it now
24 ~ England's Broken Doll
25 ~ Good-bye Dolly Gray
26 ~ Keep your head down Fritzy boy
WW1 Choruses 01 March 2015

1 ~ Here we are again 3 ~ Pack up your troubles


Here we are, here we are, Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
here we are again and smile, smile, smile
There’s Pat and Mac, While you’ve a Lucifer to light your fag;
and Tommy and Jack and Joe smile boys, that’s the style
When there’s trouble brewing, What’s the use of worrying?
When there’s something doing It never was worthwhile ‘
Are we down hearted? So! Pack up your troubles in your old kit
NO! Let them all come! bag and smile, smile, smile.
Here we are, here we are,
here we are again 4 ~ Glory Alleluia
Fit and well and feeling as right as rain The army corps commander had
Never mind the weather, one hundred thousand men
now then, all together The army corps commander had
Hello, Hello, here we are again. one hundred thousand men
Coal fatigue, Coal Fatigue, The army corps commander had
here we are again one hundred thousand men
Forty tons of coal to shift each day -. But the Red Tabs went and
cor blimey! frittered them all away
Get your pick and shovel:- Glory, glory alleluia,
do it at the double:- Glory, glory alleluia
Are we down hearted? Glory, glory alleluia
NO! Let it all come But the Red Tabs went and
Coal fatigue coal fatigue, frittered them all away
coal fatigue again, Red Tabs -- British staff officers. Rear echelon
It’d be enough to kill old Kaiser Bill. officers wore bright red shoulder tabs and hat
bands. This was a visible symbol that the
But if you get your dinner wearer did not belong at the front where such
you’re really on a winner. markings would have drawn attention from
So coal, coal, coal fatigue again. enemy snipers and, therefore, this was a term
of disdain.

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.
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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

7 ~ I’ll take the tripod 11 ~ We've had no beer


Tune:- Loch Lomond Tune: Abide with me
I’ll take the tripod We've had no beer,
And you take the gun We've had no beer to-day,
And you’ll be in action before me What's the use of living?
And if you get shot That is what we say.
I’ll take the bloomin’ lot We've had no beer,
And I’ll— eat your rations Oh, listen to our lay,
In the morning. We've had no beer, no beer
Since yesterday
8 ~ My old man’s a dust-man Tommy's Tunes Vol 2 p61

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

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13 ~ Rooty 16 ~ Dirty Danny


Chantey tune: “Hang boys hang” Tune: Sister Susie's Sewing Shirts
At times we gets some rooty Dirty Danny's digging deeper dug-outs,
To civvies known as bread Much deeper dug-outs Dirty Danny dug
It ain’t as light as fevers to make a "fug".
And it ain’t exactly lead. One day he dug a topper,
But we gets it down us somehow But the General came a cropper
And we never sends it back In that damn, dark, dirty, deeper dug-out
Though it’s covered up with whiskers Dirty Danny dug
What’s rubbed off from the sack Heavy-handed Hans flies Halberstadters,
We gets no eggs for breakfast In handy Halberstadters for a flight our
They sends us over shells Hans does start;
And we dives into our dugouts His "Oberst" says, "Oh, dash it,
And we don’t care if they smells. For I fear that he will crash it,
See how heavy-handed Hans ham-handles
Fevers feathers
handy Halberstadters!"
14 ~ Raining
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Hymn Tune ‘Holy, Holy, Holy’ 17 ~ M. and V.


Raining, raining, raining, Tune:- John Brown’s Body
Always bloomin’ well raining Oh, a little bit of everthing got in a tin one day,
Raining all the morning And they packed it up and sealed it
Raining all the night in a most mysterious way;
Grousing, grousing, grousing, Some Brass Hat came and tasted it,
Always bloomin’ well grousing And " 'Pon me, Sam," says he,
Grousing at the rations "We shall feed it to the soldiers,
Grousing at the pay. And we'll call it M. and V."

Marching, marching marching, 18 ~ The Sick Parade


Always bloomin’ well marching Tune: There is a happy land
Marching in the morning This is the sick parade,
Marching in the night.
Please keep away.
Marching marching marching, Where you get Number Nines
Always bloomin’ well marching Three times a day.
When this war is over Where you cannot swing the lead,
We’ll bloomin’ well march no more. Not a chance of going to bed.
Our medicine's Number Nine,
15 ~ Fred Karno’s Army So go away.
Tune:- The Church’s One Foundation Sent by T H Somervell, Capt., R. A. M. C.,
34 C. C. S. B E F
We are Fred Karno’s Army Tommy's Tunes Vol 2 p72
The rag time infantry
We cannot fight. 19 ~ Oh, What a Life
We cannot shoot
Oh what a life living in a trench
What earthly use are we?
Oh what a life fighting for the French.
And when we get to Berlin
Oh what a life
The Kaiser he will say
when you haven't got a wrench.
"Hoch, hoch, mein Gott
Oh what a life in a dirty French Trench
What a rotten, awful lot
How's— your Father?
Are the ragtime infantry”.
All right!
Tommy's Tunes Vol 2 p54
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20 ~ Never Mind 22 ~ Good-bye-ee (chorus)
Tune: Never Mind Goodbye-ee, goodbye-ee,
If the sergeant steals your rum, never mind Wipe the tear, baby dear,
If the sergeant steals your rum, never mind from your eye-ee,
He's entitled to a tot Tho’ it’s hard to part I know,
but not the bleeding lot I’ll be tickled to death to go.
If the sergeant steals your rum, never mind Don’t cry-ee, don't sigh-ee,
There’s a silver lining in the sky-ee,
If old Jerry shells the trench, never mind Bonsoir, old thing, cheer-i-o, chin, chin,
If old Jerry shells the trench, never mind
Nah-poo, toodle-oo, Goodbye-ee
Though the sandbags burst and fly,
you have only once to die,
If old Jerry shells the trench, never mind Good-bye-ee, good-bye-ee,
Confiture, cigarette,
If your mate just lost his sight, never mind bread pour moi-ee
And he screamed the whole damned night, Plenty hitchy-koo, no bon,
never mind Damn, blast, bully beef, carry on,
Though they'll send him home it's tough, Jamais cry-ee, jamais sigh-ee,
he'll be great for blind-man's bluff Boko Anglais soldats toujours cry-ee
So if your mate just lost his sight, never mind Cheerio, Mam'selle, compris "go to hell"?
If you get stuck on the wire, never mind Merci bien, parti vite, Good-bye-ee.
If you get stuck on the wire, never mind Confiture Jam
Though you’re stuck there all the day, moi-ee Me
hitchy-koo Lice
they count you dead and stop your pay
Jamais Never
If you get stuck on the wire, never mind Boko Beaucoup
The original song was written in 1913 by toujours Always
Harry Dent and Tom Goldburn parti vite Go quickly
Though your heart may ache a while, sent by Pioneer R. Walker
never mind Tommy's Tunes Vol 2 p33
Though your face may loose it's smile,
never mind 23 ~ We've got to put up with
For there's sunshine after rain, it now
and then gladness follows pain
We've got to put up with it now,
You'll be happy once again, never mind
We've got to put up with it now,
21 ~ The Field Postcard Got to put up with it,
Got to put up with it,
Tune: What a Friend we have in Jesus Got to put up with it, now.
I can’t write and tell ’er that I’m wounded, We've got to put up with it now,
because the bloody censor knows I’m not. We've got to put up with it now,
I can’t say as how I got the D.C.M. Got to put up with it,
when fourteen days C.B .was all I got. Got to put up with it,
I just wants to say I’m kinda lonely, Got to put up with it now.
and I’d like to hold her hand and ’ave a chat, Tommy's Tunes Vol 2 p56
I only wants to say, "I loves you still",
but I can’t find the space for that.

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24 ~ England's Broken Doll 26 ~ Keep your head down


Tune : “Broken Doll" Fritzy boy
A lady came to me a year ago, Keep your head down Fritzy boy
She said that Keep your head down Fritzy boy
she should very much like to know, Last night in the pale moon light
Why aren't you in Khaki or Navy Blue, We saw you, we saw you
Why don’t you serve your Country, You were mending– your broken wire
as your Country serves you?" And we opened– rapid fire
I looked at her quite startled, then replied, If you want to see your mother
"Don’t think that I’m a shirker after all, And your Fatherland
I think I’ve had my chance, Keep your head down Fritzy boy.
For my right arm’s in France.
I’m one of England’s Broken Dolls.” Hold your hands up Fritzy boy
Gunner A. E. Andrews, 78 504., Central Hold your hands up Fritzy boy
Workshops, Tank Corps, B. E. F. , France.
Tommy's Tunes Vol 2 p39 Just tonight in the pale moonlight
We saw you, we saw you
25 ~ Good-bye Dolly Gray We were laying– some more wire
Good-bye Dolly I must leave you And we nearly– opened fire.
though it breaks my heart to go If you want to see your mother
Something tells me I am needed And your Fatherland
at the front to fight the foe Keep your hands up Fritzy boy.
See the soldier boys are marching
and I can no longer stay Keep your head down, Fusilier
Hark, I hear the bugle calling Keep your head down, Fusilier
Good-bye Dolly Gray. There’s a bloomin’ great Hun
with a bloomin’ great gun
Who’ll shoot you; Who’ll shoot you
There’s a sniper– up a tree,
And he’s waiting– for you and me,
If you really want to see ole
Blighty on–ce again
Keep your head down Fusilier.

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