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When you've shouted: "Rule Britannia";
when you've sung "God Save the Queen";
When you've finished killing Kruger with your mouth;
Will you kindly drop a shilling in my little tambourine
For a gentleman in khaki ordered South?
He's an absent minded beggar and his weaknesses are great;
But we and Paul must take him as we find him;
He is out on active service wiping something off a slate;
And he's left a lot of little things behind him!

Duke's son, cook's son, son of a hundred kings,
(Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay!)
Each of 'em doing his country's work
(and who's to look after the things?)
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay, pay, pay!

Duke's son, cook's son, son of a hundred kings,
(Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay!)
Each of 'em doing his country's work
(and who's to look after the things?)
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay, pay, pay!

There are girls he married secret, asking no permission to,
For he knew he wouldn't get it if he did.
There is gas and coal and vittles, and the house rent falling due,
And it's rather more than likely there's a kid.
There are girls he walked with casual, they'll be sorry now he's gone,
For an absent minded beggar they will find him,
But it ain't the time for sermons with the winter coming on;
We must help the girl that Tommy's left behind him!

Cook's son, Duke's son, son of a belted Earl,
Son of a Lambeth publican, it's all the same today!
Each of 'em doing his country's work (and who's to look after the girl?)
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay, pay, pay!

Cook's son, Duke's son, son of a belted Earl,
Son of a Lambeth publican, it's all the same today!
Each of 'em doing his country's work (and who's to look after the girl?)
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay, pay, pay!

There are families by the thousands, far too proud to beg or speak;
And they'll put their sticks and bedding up the spout,
And they'll live on half o' nothing paid 'em punctual once a week,
'Cause the man that earned the wage is ordered out.
He's an absent minded beggar, but he heard his country's call,
And his reg'ment didn't need to send to find him;
He chucked his job and joined it, so the task before us all
Is to help the home that Tommy's left behind him!

Duke's job, cook's job, gardener, baronet, groom;
Mews or palace or paper shop, there's someone gone away!
Each of 'em doing his country's work (and who's to look after the room?)
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay, pay, pay!

Duke's job, cook's job, gardener, baronet, groom;
Mews or palace or paper shop, there's someone gone away!
Each of 'em doing his country's work (and who's to look after the room?)
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay, pay, pay!

Let us manage so as later we can look him in the face,
And tell him what he'd very much prefer:
That, while he saved the Empire his employer saved his place,
And his mates (that's you and me) looked out for her.
He's an absent minded beggar, and he may forget it all,
But we do not want his kiddies to remind him
That we sent 'em to the workhouse while their daddy hammered Paul,
So we'll help the homes that Tommy’s left behind him!

Cook's home, Duke's home, home of a millionaire;
(Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay!)
Each of 'em doing his country's work (and what have you got to spare?)
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay, pay, pay!

Cook's home, Duke's home, home of a millionaire;
(Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay!)
Each of 'em doing his country's work (and what have you got to spare?)
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay, pay, pay!

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