Chin Up! Cheerio! Carry On!

From the dark cafes of Paris



To the streets of Amsterdam



From the homes of old Vienna



To the shores of Uncle Sam



Wherever freedom's hope is true



Each heart cries out to you:



Don't give up, Tommy Atkins,



Be a stout fella,



Chin up! Cheerio! Carry on!



Keep a stiff upper lip



When you're in doubt, fella,



Chin up! Cheerio! Carry on!



Oh the sun's sure to smile



on your tight little isle,



So hang on to your wits



and you'll turn the blitz on Fritz,



There's a whole world behind you



shoutin' "stout fella!"



Chin up! Cheerio! Carry on!



(repeat)