-Now I often sit at Watty-s, when the night is very near
With a head that-s full of jingles - and the fumes of bottled beer;
For I always have a fancy that, if I am over there
When the Army prays for Watty, I-m included in the prayer.

-It would take a lot of praying, lots of thumping on the drum,
To prepare our sinful, straying, erring souls for Kingdom Come,
But I love my fellow-sinners! And I hope upon the whole,
That the Army gets a hearing when it prays for Watty-s soul.