They took old Danny Boy for a ride. From the arms of his bride to be. Threw him into the murky waters. By the dog biscuit factory. Quick dry the tears and stifle cheers. As he sinks just like a stone. Footprints set in sentimental cement. Now burden down his bones. Lest we forget. Here lies the Great unknown. My my my Delilah. Who's the butcher that you harbour. Take the rich man to the cleaners. And the strong man to the barber. From her face down to her torso. Sort of gruesome only more so. Hooks and eyes fingers and thumbs. Ladies and gentlemen here she comes. The Great unknown. Where shall we sing. At a wedding or a wake. Whose name shall we cherish. And for whose sake. Now this year's cannon fodder. Tell the future general's jokes. They were keeping the home fires burning. As we slipped out for a smoke. Though the VIP's sang "Wooden Heart". The band played "Hearts of Oak". (Chorus). And here comes the day I shall perish all alone.