Hunkered down we pass the plonk
We can see Madame and pay
We shake her hand and thank her
San fairy ann she'll say
Sergeant copped a blighty
He'll be on his way
He's thanking god almighty
San fairy ann I say
It's hard enough to smile through this
When folks get blown up every day
But all the while the whizz-bangs miss
San fairy ann we say
1st World War slang
plonk = vin blanc
cop a blighty = wounded, sent home to UK
san fairy ann = ça ne fait rien, it doesn't matter