If you're going across the sea, 
To dear old London Town 
Kiss the lips of my true love 
They're soft as eiderdown. 

Tell her if I was a thief 
It's time with her I'd steal 
And walk with her where once we walked 
In love 'cross Finsbury Field. 

I'm exiled here in Flanders now 
Where it's flat as flat can be. 
While she has no way to feed our kids 
Away across the sea. 

So if you're going overseas 
To dear old London Town 
Find the man that exiled me 
And beat him to the ground.