They say there's a troopship just leaving Bombay
Bound for old Blighty's shore
Heavily laden with time expired men
Bound for the land they adore
There's many an airman just finished his time
And many a twerp signing on
They'll get no promotion this side of the ocean
So cheer up my lads, Bless 'em all

CHORUS:

Bless 'em all, bless 'em all
The long and the short and the tall
Bless all the sergeants and WO Ones
Bless all the corp'rals and their blinking sons
For we're saying good-bye to them all
As back to the barracks we crawl
There'll be no promotion this side of the ocean
So cheer up my lads, Bless 'em all