| ’Ave you ’eard o’the Widow at Windsor |
| With a hairy gold crown on ’er ’ead? |
| She ’as ships on the foam - she ’as millions at ’ome, |
| An’ she pays us poor beggars in red. |
| (Ow, poor beggars in red!) |
| There’s ’er nick on the cavalry ’orses, |
| There’s ’er mark on the medical stores - |
| An’ ’er troopers you’ll find with a fair wind be’ind |
| That takes us to various wars. |
| (Poor beggars! - barbarious wars!) |
| Then ’ere’s to the Widow at Windsor, |
| An’ ’ere’s to the ’stores an’the guns, |
| The men an’ the ’orses what makes |
| up the forces |
| O’ Missis Victorier’s sons. |
| (Poor beggars! Victorier’s sons!) |
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| Walk wide o’the Widow at Windsor, |
| For ’alf o’ Creation she owns: |
| We ’ave bought ’er the same with the sword an’ the flame, |
| An’ we’ve salted it down with our bones. |
| ’s blue with our bones!) |
| Hands off o’ the sons o’ the Widow, |
| Hands off o’ the goods in ’er shop, |
| For the Kings must come down an’ the Emperors frown |
| When the Widow at Windsor says «Stop!» |
| (Poor beggars! - we’re sent to say «Stop!») |
| Then 'ere’s to the Lodge o' the Widow, |
| From the Pole to the Tropics it runs - |
| To the Lodge that we tile with the rank an’ |
| the file, |
| An' open in form with the guns. |
| (Poor beggars! - it's always they guns!) |
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| We 'ave 'eard o’ the Widow at Windsor, |
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| For er sentries we stand by the sea an' the land |
| Wherever the bugles are blown. |
| (Poor beggars! - an' don’t we get blown!) |
| Take 'old o' the Wings o’ the Mornin', |
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| But you won’t get away from the tune that they play |
| To the bloomin’ old rag over'ead. |
| (Poor beggars! - it’s 'ot over’ead!) |
| ’s to the Sons o’ the Widow, |
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| 'Ere’s all they desire, an’ if they require |
| A speedy return to their 'ome. |
| (Poor beggars! - they'll never see ’ome!) |