Sod 'em All

Tune: Bless Them All

Sod 'em all, sod 'em all,
The long and the short and the tall,
Sod all the sergeants and W.O. ones,
Sod all the corporals and their bastard sons.
For we're saying goodbye to them all,
As back to their billets they crawl,
You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean,
So cheer up my lads, sod 'em all.

Sod 'em all, sod 'em all,
The skipper, the jimmy and all,
Sod all the yeomen and C.P.O. tels,
Sod the chief sloshies and their bleeding smells.
For we're saying goodbye to them all,
As back to their hammocks they crawl,
You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean,
So cheer up my lads, sod 'em all.

Sod 'em all, sod 'em all,
The jaunty, the crusher and all,
Sod all the shipwrights and C.P.O. cooks,
Sod all the paybobs with their bleeding books.
For we're saying goodbye to them all,
As back to their hammocks they crawl,
You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean,
So cheer up my lads, sod 'em all.

Sod 'em all, sod 'em all,
The admiral, the flag-jack and all,
Sod all the O.A.s and E.A.s as well,
Sod the chief stoker and send him to hell.
For we're saying goodbye to them all,
As back to their hammocks they crawl,
You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean,
So cheer up my lads, sod 'em all.

Keywords: sailor