Sing a song [bad word] Britannia!
Sing in praise of Britain's boys:
Jolly Jack, the sailor with his breezy style,
Mister Tommy Atkins, of the rank anf file.
They're the lads we can depend on
Where [bad word] our way
For fathers were all fighters and what's bred in the bone
Is sure [bad word] out, some day

Boys in khaki, boys in blue
Here's the best of jolly good luck to you!
You're all right in love or war,
You'll get there again, just the same as you've done before.
It's no idle boast or brag
When we get you both together, there's sure to be dirty weather
For anyone who tramples on the flag!

Sing a song [bad word] Britannia!
Now there's fighting work to do, 
Ever staunch and ready, when the hour is nigh,
British boys know how to fight and how to die.
Lads, we know you'll do your duty,
Whatever fate may bring.
You have got the pluck and muscle, so make your battle cry
For Empire, for Home and King!