Here's to the oldiers that march tae the warsWith lovely tin hats and long woollen drawersThe Colonel says right lads, over the topThen stands back tae wtach while the poor buggers dropChorus:Buy us a drink and we'll sing you a songOf the chances you missed and the love that went wrongIf you can't buy a whiskey, stand us a pintWe'll knock it straight down and we'll sing half the nightThere's girls in the parlour, there's girls in the barsThey paint on the smile so you don't see the scarsThey get lots of offers and not much respectFor raisin' three kids on a government chequeDrink it down, boys, downAs long as there's light in the dayFor you'll get no more supWhen your number is upAnd they lay to rot in the clayIn comes the landlord so fat and contectComes round in his Volvo to pick up the rentThen off with his wad tae recline by the poolHe leave tea rot in this dirty old holdRepeat ChorusIt's the taste of the whiskey tae tell you the truthHas shortened me days and wasted me youthBe kind tae the health, sir do it no harmPut a pint'o the black on end of me armRepeat Chorus Twice
