Britons always loyally declaim About the way we rule the waves. Every Briton's song was just the same When singing of her soldiers brave. All the world that's heard it-- Wonders why we sing, Some have learned the reason why-- We're not forgetting it, We're not letting it Fade away or gradually die, Fade away or gradually die. So when we say that England's master Remember who has made her so It's the soldiers of the Queen, my lads Who've been, my lads, who've seen, my lads In the fight for England's glory lads Of its world wide glory let us sing And when we say we've always won And when they ask us how it's done We'll proudly point to every one Of England's soldiers of the Queen.