Well, the news came down At a quarter past three The wretched duel is won Your George is safe And Julian is free So go on now Into the sun And wave your flags And pound your feet And kiss the strangers out on Downing street And leave me here, with a hearth of stone For the best of 'em Don't come home Well yours took shelter in an old wooden shed And yours worked safely on the wild And yours spent six months layed away in bed While my Billy ran into the fire So wave your flags And pound your feet And kiss the strangers out on Downing street And leave me here, with a hearth of stone For the best of 'em Don't come home