It was night, when the ship pulled ashoreTo collect, the 
comrades of war
When a man, my old man's old man
Spied a dame, that lit up his heart with a bang
And that night, that night
That moon, shone about as bright as it could shine
Those stars, climbed about as high as they could climb
They knew, something strange was going on
When the man, who was Stan,
saw the dame, by the name, of Joan
But her face, was soon lost in the crowd
Morning came, and that chance was drowned
At his post, he moped then leapt when he saw
She'd be there, to share the whole of the war
And that night, that night
That moon, shone about as bright as it could shine
Those stars, climbed about as high as they could climb
They knew, something strange was going on
When the man, who was Stan,
met the dame, by the name, of Joan
In a frame, on a shelf, in the lounge
They look old, black and white, buttoned down
You forget, that they lived, and they ripped, and they 
roared