Well you're a good man Albert Brown
  And you was wounded in the war
  And though you shot some people down
  You're still a good man Albert Brown
  Well you're a good man Albert Brown
  Though you are drunk upon the floor
  And if you're buying the next round
  Then you're a good man Albert...
    Brown was the colour of the mud across the Somme
  Red was the blood you spilled upon it
  Pink were the fingers of the nurse who dressed your wound
  White was the starch upon her bonnet
  And you married that nurse
  And her name was Else
  And then along came dad
    ...I'll have another pint of...
    Brown is the colour of your old walking boots
  Green is the cash you'd love to squander
  Gold is the colour of your wife's faithful heart
  So get yourself home, no more to wander
  And you married that nurse
  And her name's still Else
  And another child was had
  You're a good man Albert Brown