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| ’AVE you ’eard o’ the Widow at Windsor | |
| With a hairy gold crown on ’er ’ead? | |
| She ’as ships on the foam—she ’as millions at ’ome, | |
| An’ she pays us poor beggars in red. | |
| (Ow, poor beggars in red!) | 5 |
| There’s ’er nick on the cavalry ’orses, | |
| There’s ’er mark on the medical stores— | |
| An’ ’er troopers you’ll find with a fair wind be’ind | |
| That takes us to various wars. | |
| (Poor beggars!—barbarious wars!) | 10 |
| Then ’ere ’s to the Widow at Windsor, | |
| An’ ’ere ’s to the stores an’ the guns, | |
| The men an’ the ’orses what makes up the forces | |
| O’ Missis Victorier’s sons. | |
| (Poor beggars! Victorier’s sons!) | 15 |
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| Walk wide o’ the Widow at Windsor, | |
| For ’alf o’ Creation she owns: | |
| We ’ave bought ’er the same with the sword an’ the flame, | |
| An’ we’ve salted it down with our bones. | |
| (Poor beggars!—it ’s blue with our bones!) | 20 |
| Hands off o’ the sons o’ the widow, | |
| Hands off o’ the goods in ’er shop, | |
| For the Kings must come down an’ the Emperors frown | |
| When the Widow at Windsor says “Stop!” | |
| (Poor beggars!—we’re sent to say “Stop!”) | 25 |
| Then ’ere ’s to the Lodge o’ the Widow, | |
| From the Pole to the Tropics it runs— | |
| To the Lodge that we tile with the rank an’ the file, | |
| An’ open in form with the guns. | |
| (Poor beggars!—it’s always they guns!) | 30 |
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| We ’ave ’eard o’ the Widow at Windsor, | |
| It’s safest to leave ’er alone: | |
| For ’er sentries we stand by the sea an’ the land | |
| Wherever the bugles are blown. | |
| (Poor beggars!—an’ don’t we get blown!) | 35 |
| Take ’old o’ the Wings o’ the Mornin’, | |
| An’ flop round the earth till you’re dead; | |
| But you won’t get away from the tune that they play | |
| To the bloomin’ old rag over’ead. | |
| (Poor beggars!—it ’s ’ot over’ead!) | 40 |
| Then ’ere ’s to the sons o’ the Widow, | |
| Wherever, ’owever they roam. | |
| ’Ere ’s all they desire, an’ if they require | |
| A speedy return to their ’ome. | |
| (Poor beggars!—they’ll never see ’ome!) | 45 |
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