Well youre a good man Albert Brown
And you was wounded in the war
And though you shot some people down
Youre still a good man Albert Brown
Well youre a good man Albert Brown
Though you are drunk upon the floor
And if youre buying the next round
Then youre 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
...Ill have another pint of...
Brown is the colour of your old walking boots
Green is the cash youd love to squander
Gold is the colour of your wifes faithful heart
So get yourself home, no more to wander
And you married that nurse
And her names still Else
And another child was had
Youre a good man Albert Brown
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