Lyrics:

Here's to the oldiers that march tae the wars
With lovely tin hats and long woollen drawers
The Colonel says right lads, over the top
Then stands back tae wtach while the poor buggers drop

Chorus:
Buy us a drink and we'll sing you a song
Of the chances you missed and the love that went wrong
If you can't buy a whiskey, stand us a pint
We'll knock it straight down and we'll sing half the night

There's girls in the parlour, there's girls in the bars
They paint on the smile so you don't see the scars
They get lots of offers and not much respect
For raisin' three kids on a government cheque

Drink it down, boys, down
As long as there's light in the day
For you'll get no more sup
When your number is up
And they lay to rot in the clay

In comes the landlord so fat and contect
Comes round in his Volvo to pick up the rent
Then off with his wad tae recline by the pool
He leave tea rot in this dirty old hold

Repeat Chorus

It's the taste of the whiskey tae tell you the truth
Has shortened me days and wasted me youth
Be kind tae the health, sir do it no harm
Put a pint'o the black on end of me arm

Repeat Chorus Twice