It was night, when the ship pulled ashore   To collect, the comrades of war   When a man, my old man's old man   Spied a dame, that lit up his heart with a bang      And that night, that night   That moon, shone about as bright as it could shine   Those stars, climbed about as high as they could climb   They knew, something strange was going on      When the man, who was Stan,   saw the dame, by the name, of Joan      But her face, was soon lost in the crowd   Morning came, and that chance was drowned   At his post, he moped then leapt when he saw   She'd be there, to share the whole of the war      And that night, that night   That moon, shone about as bright as it could shine   Those stars, climbed about as high as they could climb   They knew, something strange was going on      When the man, who was Stan,   met the dame, by the name, of Joan      In a frame, on a shelf, in the lounge   They look old, black and white, buttoned down   You forget, that they lived, and they ripped, and they roared