Sarah Comden baked a cake, 'twas all for poor oul Slattery's sake. Pretending she was barmy. Corporal Daly went away. Corporal Kelly's a terrible drought, Just give him a couple of jars of stout, And he'll beat the enemy with his mouth, And save the British army.
Kilted soldiers wear no drawers.
Won't you kindly lend them yours. The rich must always help the poor, To save the British army.