With a downward blast From his doughy arse Like a lance of fire He shot up the mast As he mumbled blasphemous epitaphs "I am the sailor!" And the captain cried with a mighty heave-ho "Enemy sighted on the starboard bow! Load your cannons and let 'em go, For God is on our side, boys." In the dust and sand Of a foreign land With hands afire He buried his friend He beat his brow As he foully said, "I am the soldier." And the private laughed as he reached the bluff His gun barrel smoking, "Enough's enough, We've done more damage than old MacDuff And God is full of pride, boys." He flew through the flak On the first attack A bomb bay open On a missile's back "Here's the payload," He crudely spat, "I am the airman." And the general sighed, "This is our last stand, Let every man say 'Amen'. For we'll not see daylight again And tonight we meet our God, boys." Well, the airman plunged into the pine And the sailor drowned in the briny brine And the soldier in haste put his foot on a mine And it comes to all in time, boys For on the day they died, boys God was on the other side, boys