(Tune: Men of Harlech)
What’s the good of wearing braces Vest and pants and boots with laces Spats or hats you buy in paces Down in Brompton Road?
What’s the use of shirts of cotton Studs that always get forgotten? These affairs are simply rotten – Better far is Woad
Woad’s the stuff to show men Woad to scare your foeman Boil it to a brilliant hue And put it on your back and your abdomen
Ancient Britons never kit on Anything as good as Woad to fit on Neck and knees or where you sit on Tailors, you be blowed!
Romans came across the channel All wrapped up in tin and flannel Half a pint of Woad per mann’ll Does us more than these
Saxon, you can waste your stitches Building beds for bugs and breeches We have wood to clothe us which is Not a nest for fleas
Roman keep you armours; Saxon your pyjamas. Hairy coats were meant for goats Gorillas, Yaks Retriever dogs and Llamas Tramp up Snowdon with our Woad on Never mind if we get rained or snowed on, Never want a button sewed, Go it. Ancient B’s
