Bless Em All

George Formby

  • A
  • A7
  • C
  • C7
  • D
  • D7
  • E
  • E7
  • F
  • Fm
  • G
  • G7
  • Gm
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Key:
A A7 D
D They say there's a troopship just leaving Bombay, bound for old
A Blighty shore Heavily laden with time expired men,
A7 D bound for the land they adore.
D There's many an airman just finishing his time, there's many a
A twerp signing on.
A7 A You'll get no promotion this side
A7 A A7 of the ocean, so cheer up my
D lads, Bless 'em All.
D Bless em All, Bless em All, the
D7 G long and the short and the tall
A Bless all the sergeants and W. O. ones,
E7 E A Bless all the corprals and their
A7 blinkin sons,
D Cos were saying goodbye to them
D7 all, as back to their billets they
G crawl
A A7 A You'll get no promotion this side
A7 A A7 of the ocean, so cheer up my
D lads, Bless 'em All
D They say if you work hard you'll get better pay
A We've heard all that before
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Clean up your buttons and polish your boots
A7 D Scrub out the barrack room floor
D There's many a rookie has taken it
A in, hook line and sinker an 'all
A A7 A You'll get no promotion this side
A7 A A7 of the ocean, so cheer up my
D lads, Bless em All
D Bless em All, Bless em All, the
D7 G long and the short and the tall
A Bless all the sergeants and W. O. ones,
E7 E A Bless all the corprals and their
A7 blinkin sons,
D Cos were saying goodbye to them
D7 all, as back to their billets they
G crawl
A A7 A You'll get no promotion this side
A7 A A7 of the ocean, so cheer up my
D lads, Bless em All
D Now they say that the Sergeant's a very nice chap, oh what a tale to
A tell. Ask him for leave on a Saturday
A7 night and he'll pay your fare home
D as well.
D There's many an airman has blighted his life through writing rude words
A on the wall
A A7 A You'll get no promotion this side
A7 A A7 of the ocean, so cheer up my
D lads, Bless em All
D Bless em All, Bless em All, the
D7 G long and the short and the tall
A Bless all the sergeants and W. O. ones,
E7 E A Bless all the corprals and their
A7 blinkin sons,
D Cos were saying goodbye to them
D7 all, as back to their billets they
G crawl
A A7 A You'll get no promotion this side
A7 A A7 of the ocean, so cheer up my
D lads, Bless em All
D G Nobody knows what a twerp you have
Gm E A7 been, so cheer up my lads, bless
D em all * Alternate: No Capo
A = G
A7 = G7
D = C
D7 = C7
G = F
E7 = D7
Gm = Fm
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