Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bless'em All, artist - George Formby. Date of issue: 09.04.2015
Song language: English
Bless'em All |
| They say there’s a troopship just leaving Bombay, bound for old Blighty shore |
| Heavily laden with time expired men, bound for the land they adore |
| There’s many an airman just finishing his time, there’s many a twerp signing on |
| You’ll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, |
| Bless 'em All |
| Bless em All, Bless em All, the long and the short and the tall |
| Bless all the sergeants and W. O. ones |
| Bless all the corp’rals and their blinkin sons |
| 'Cos we’re saying goodbye to them all, as back to their billets they crawl |
| You’ll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, |
| Bless 'em All |
| They say if you work hard you’ll get better pay |
| We’ve heard all that before |
| Clean up your buttons and polish your boots |
| Scrub out the barrack room floor |
| There’s many a rookie has taken it in, hook line and sinker an 'all |
| You’ll get no promotion this side of the ocean |
| So cheer up my lads bless 'em all |
| Bless 'em All, Bless 'em All, the long and the short and the tall |
| Bless all the sergeants and W. O. ones |
| Bless all the corp’rals and their blinkin sons |
| 'Cos we’re saying goodbye to them all, as back to their billets they crawl |
| You’ll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, |
| Bless’em All |
| Now they say that the Sergeant’s a very nice chap, oh what a tale to tell |
| Ask him for leave on a Saturday night and he’ll pay your fare home as well |
| There’s many an airman has blighted his life through writing rude words on the |
| wall |
| You’ll get no promotion this side of the ocean |
| So cheer up my lads bless 'em all |
| Bless 'em All, Bless 'em All, the long and the short and the tall |
| Bless all the sergeants and W. O. ones |
| Bless all the corp’rals and their blinkin sons |
| 'Cos we’re saying goodbye to them all, as back to their billets they crawl |
| You’ll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, |
| Bless’em All |
| Nobody knows what a twerp you have been, so cheer up my lads bless 'em all |