When you′ve shouted "Rule Britannia," when you′ve sung "God save the Queen," When you′ve finished killing Kruger with your mouth, Will you kindly drop a shilling in my little tambourine For a gentleman in khaki ordered South? He′s an absent-minded beggar, and his weaknesses are great, But we and Paul must take him as we find him, He is out on active service, wiping something off a slate And he′s left a lot of little things behind him! Duke′s son, cook′s son, son of a hundred kings (Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay!) Each of ′em doing his country′s work (and who′s to look after their things?) Pass the hat for your credit′s sake, and pay, pay, pay! There are girls he married secret, asking no permission to, For he knew he wouldn′t get it if he did. There is gas and coals and vittles, and the house-rent falling due, And its more than rather likely theres a kid. There are girls hes walked with casual. Theyll be sorry now hes gone, For an absent-minded beggar they will find him, But it aint the time for sermons with the winter coming on We must help the girl that Tommys left behind him! Cook′s son, Duke′s son, son of a belted Earl Son of a Lambeth publican, it′s all the same to-day ! Each of ′em doing his country′s work (and who′s to look after the girl?) Pass the hat for your credit′s sake, J1 and pay, pay, pay ! There are families by thousands, far too proud to beg or speak, And they′ll put their sticks and bedding up the spout, And they′ll live on half o′ nothing, paid ′em punctual once a week, ′Cause the man that earns the wage is ordered out. He′s an absent-minded beggar, but he heard his country call, And his reg′rnent didn′t need to send to find him! He chucked his job and joined it, so the job before us all Is to help the home that Tommy′s left behind him ! Duke′s job, cook′s job, gardener, baronet, groom. Mews or palace or paper-shop, there′s someone gone away! Each of ′em doing his country′s work (and who′s to look after the room?) Pass the hat for your credit′s sake, and pay, pay, pay ! Let us manage so as, later, we can look him in the face, And tell him, what he′d very much prefer That, while he saved the Empire, his employer saved his place, And his mates (that′s you and me) looked out for her. He′s an absent-minded beggar and he may forget it all, But we do not want his kiddies to remind him That we sent ′em to the workhouse while their daddy hammered Paul, So we′ll help the homes that Tommy left behind him ! Cook′s home, Duke′s home, home of a millionaire, (Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay !) Each of ′em doing his country′s work (and what have you got to spare?) Pass the hat for your credit′s sake, and pay, pay, pay!