Isn’t It Grand, Boys
Look at the coffin, with silver handles…
Isn’t it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead?
Let’s not have a sniffle, let’s have a bloody good cry
And always remember, the longer you live
The sooner you’ll bloody well die.

Look at the widow, bloody great woman...

Look at the mourners, bloody great hypocrites…

Look at the preacher, bloody well sanctified...

Look at the choirboys, bloody young faggots...
&Etc.

2001. Untitled songbook PDF. [digitally dated to 3 July 2001].

Retrieved from www.highlandregiment.org/documentation/SongLyrics.pdf on 4 Oct 2004.