Minor corrections

Sarah Conden baked a cake,
Twas all for poor old slattery's sake,
Sure I threw meself into the lake,
Pretending I was barmy.

Toora loora loora loo,
Twas the only thing that I could do,
To work me ticket home to you,
And leave the British Army


Corporal Sheehan's a hell of a drouth
Just give him a couple of jars of stout,
And he'll beat [ pronounced bate ] the enemy with his mouth,
And save the British Army

Toora loora loora loo,
Me curse upon the Labour crew,
etc

Dave H