It was night, when the ship pulled ashore
To 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,
 saw 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