| When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn’t white | 
| And you cannot sleep for thinking how you’ll reach to-morrow night | 
| You may be a man of sorrows, and on speaking terms with Care | 
| But as yet you’re unacquainted with the Demon of Despair | 
| For I rather think that nothing heaps the trouble on your mind | 
| Like the knowledge that your trousers badly need a patch behind | 
| You are nonetheless a hero if you elevate your chin | 
| When you feel the pavement wearing through the leather, sock, and skin | 
| You are rather more heroic than are ordinary folk | 
| If you scorn to fish for pity under cover of a joke | 
| You will face the doubtful glances of people that you know | 
| But of course you’re bound to face them when your pants begin to go | 
| Though the present and the future may be anything but bright | 
| Oh it’s best to tell the fellows that you’re getting on all right | 
| And a man prefers to say it, it’s a manly lie to tell | 
| For the folk may be persuaded that you’re doing very well | 
| But it’s hard to be a hero, and it’s hard to wear a grin | 
| When your most important garment is in places very thin | 
| Get some sympathy and comfort from the chum who knows you best | 
| Then your sorrows won’t run over in the presence of the rest | 
| There’s a mate that you can go to when you feel inclined to whine | 
| He’ll declare your clothes are tidy, and he’ll say: «Just look at mine!» | 
| Though they may be all over he will say it doesn’t shown | 
| And he’ll swear it can’t be noticed when your pants begin to go | 
| Brother mine, and of misfortune | 
| Times are hard, but do not fret | 
| Keep your courage up and struggle | 
| And we’ll laugh at these things yet | 
| Though there is no corn in Egypt, surely Africa has some | 
| Keep your smile in working order for the better days to come | 
| And we shall often laugh together at the hard times that we know | 
| And get measured by the tailor when our pants begin to go | 
| We shall often laugh together at the hard times that we know | 
| And get measured by the tailor when our pants begin to go |