Dieu et mon Droit

The creakin' ropes of halyard lines,
the shout of "Port's the lee!"
We're gone to build an empire, lads
and tame the base Chinee.

We'll smite the heathen Ethiope
and flog the swarthy Jew,
We're gone to spread the Gospel, lads
and kill a wog or two.

It's bogs and boards for billets, boys
and beetle root for tea,
We'll teach the naked savages
British civility.

And when the wogs are kneeling, boys
and praying to Our Lord,
We'll split apart their bleedin' hearts
with good Birmingham swords.

We'll raze their Golden Cities, then
and put them to the sack,
We're gone to rape and pillage, lads
and shan't be comin' back.

So kiss goodbye your faithless wife
and tup a plump young lass,
We're gone to build an empire, lads
the rest can kiss our ass.