Verse 1: I sing a song of Britain, I can tell of how her might, Is the envy of all nations when it comes down to a fight. ‘Tis the readiness of all her sons to get into the game, At a single moment’s notice, to defend her splendid fame.
Chorus: For we’re allied one to another, And each man fights for his brother. No matter if you’re British, if you’re Belgian, or you’re French, Each man stands beside the other in the trench. For we’re allied one to another, and each man fights for his own, We can stand for a reverse, We can stand the foreign curse, But we can’t stand around at home.
Verse 2: I sing a song of Belgium, of the shock she had to bear, ‘Tis a story that the nations now are singing ev’rywhere. It’s as though a mighty tiger set a trap to catch a flea, How I wonder if she hadn’t stood, where Britain now would be.
Verse 3: I sing a song of Canada, where nations are all mixed, Surely with our fellows on the job the Germans will be fixed. There’s the Scotchman and the Irishman, the Frenchman and Canuck, You can bet, whenever they appear, it’s “Ev’ry body duck.”