| Well you’re a good man Albert Brown
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| And you was wounded in the war
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| And though you shot some people down
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| You’re still a good man Albert Brown
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| Well you’re a good man Albert Brown
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| Though you are drunk upon the floor
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| And if you’re buying the next round
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| Then you’re a good man Albert…
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| Brown was the colour of the mud across the Somme
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| Red was the blood you spilled upon it
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| Pink were the fingers of the nurse who dressed your wound
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| White was the starch upon her bonnet
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| And you married that nurse
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| And her name was Else
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| And then along came dad
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| …I'll have another pint of…
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| Brown is the colour of your old walking boots
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| Green is the cash you’d love to squander
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| Gold is the colour of your wife’s faithful heart
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| So get yourself home, no more to wander
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| And you married that nurse
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| And her name’s still Else
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| And another child was had
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| You’re a good man Albert Brown |