Boys in Khaki, Boys in Blue

Sing a a song of Rule Britannia

Sing a praise of Britain's boys

Jolly Jack, the sailor, with his breezy style

Mister Tommy Atkins, of the rank and file

They're two lads we can depend on

When danger comes our way

For their fathers all were fighters

and what's bred in the bone

Is sure to come out, some day

Boys in khaki, boys in blue

Here's the best of jolly good luck to you

You're all right, in love or war

You'll get there again

just the same as you've done before

Boys in khaki, boys in blue

It's no idle boast or brag

When we get you both together

there's going to be dirty weather

For anyone who tramples on the flag

Sing a a song of Rule Britannia

Now there's fighting work to do

Ever staunch and ready

when the hough is nigh

British boys know how to fight and how to die

Lads, we know you'll do your duty

Whatever fate may bring

You have got the pluck and muscle

so make your battle-cry

For Empire, for Home and King

Boys in khaki, boys in blue

Here's the best of jolly good luck to you

You're all right, in love or war

You'll get there again

just the same as you've done before

Boys in khaki, boys in blue

It's no idle boast or brag

When we get you both together

there's going to be dirty weather

For anyone who tramples on the flag