My Girl She Give Me The Go Onest, When I Was A London Lad; An' I Went On The Drink For A Fortnight, An' Then I Went To The Bad. The Queen She Give Me A Shillin' To Fight For 'Er Over The Seas; But Guv'Ment Built Me A Fever-Trap, An' Injia Give Me Disease. (Chorus) Ho! Don't You 'Eed What A Girl Says, An' Don't You Go For The Beer; But I Was An Ass When I Was At Grass, An' That Is Why I'm 'Ere. I Fired A Shot At A Afghan, The Beggar 'E Fired Again, An' I Lay On My Bed With A 'Ole In My 'Ed, An' Missed The Next Campaign! I Up With My Gun At A Burman Who Carried A Bloomin' Dah, But The Cartridge Stuck And The Bay'Nit Bruk, An' All I Got Was The Scar. (Chorus) Ho! Don't You Aim At A Afghan, When You Stand On The Skyline Clear; An' Don't You Go For A Burman If None O' Your Friends Is Near. I Served My Time For A Corp'Ral, An' Wetted My Stripes With Pop, For I Went On The Bend With A Intimate Friend, An' Finished The Night In The 'Shop.' I Served My Time For A Sergeant; The Colonel 'E Sez 'No! The Most You'll See Is A Full C.B.' An' . . . Very Next Night 'Twas So! (Chorus) Ho! Don't You Go For A Corp'Ral Unless Your 'Ed Is Clear; But I Was An Ass When I Was At Grass, An' That Is Why I'm 'Ere. I've Tasted The Luck O' The Army In Barrack An' Camp An' Clink, An' I Lost My Tip Through The Bloomin' Trip Along O' The Women An' Drink. I'm Down At The Heel O' My Service, An' When I Am Laid On The Shelf, My Very Worst Friend From Beginning To End By The Blood Of A Mouse Was Myself! (Chorus) Ho! Don't You 'Eed What A Girl Says, An' Don't You Go For The Beer; But I Was An Ass When I Was At Grass, An' That Is Why I'm 'Ere!