The West's asleep. Let England shake,

weighted down with silent dead.

I fear our blood won't rise again.

Won't rise again.

England's dancing days are done.

Another day, Bobby, for you to come home

And tell me indifference won.

Smile, smile Bobby, with your lovely mouth.

Pack up your troubles, let's head out

To the fountain of death

And splash about, swim back and forth

And laugh out loud

Until the day is ending,

And the birds are silent

And the insects are courting

And by the shores

Heavy stones are falling.

Smile, smile Bobby, with your lovely mouth.

Pack up your troubles, let's head out

To the fountain of death

And splash about, swim back and forth

And laugh out loud