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