Now I often sit at Wattys, when the night is very near
With a head thats full of jingles and the fumes of bottled beer;
For I always have a fancy that, if I am over there
When the Army prays for Watty, Im included in the prayer.
It would take a lot of praying, lots of thumping on the drum,
To prepare our sinful, straying, erring souls for Kingdom Come,
But I love my fellow-sinners! And I hope upon the whole,
That the Army gets a hearing when it prays for Wattys soul.
