There were eggs, eggs, eggs with hairy legs
In the stores
In the stores
There were eggs, eggs, eggs with hairy legs,
In the Quartermaster’s stores
CHORUS
My eyes are dim, I cannot see
I have not brought my specs with me,
I have – not – brought – my – specs – with – me
There was cheese, cheese, cheese with knobbly knees…
There was bacon, bacon, unless I was mistaken…
There was bread, bread, harder than your head…
There were fleas, fleas, eating all the peas…
There was gravy, gravy enough to float the navy…
There was butter, butter, running down the gutter…
There rats, rats, big as alley cats…
There were mice, mice, digging in the rice…