Though your heart may ache awhile, never mind, Though your heart may ache awhile, never mind, You'll forget about it soon, When you've had a good old spoon, And your heart, it aches no more, never mind.
If the Sergeant's pinched your rum- never mind If the Sergeant's on the bum- never mind. If he collars all your fags, and you've nothing on but rags, It's his affair- not yours- so never mind. If the Swergeant says you're daft- never mind, Maybe you are- who knows?- never mind. It's no use to answer back, 'cos he won't stand any slack, So if he says you're daft- then you are.
Many verses. If the Sergeant's lost your bread- never mind If he sticks it round a side car- never mind And even if it's messed- he did it for the best, For he's the Sergeant- dontcherknow- so never mind. (Sung about a Sergeant RFC who fetched rations in a sidecar, bread tied around the sides and back. When he arrived at the unit, the bread was *"napoo"
* Il n'y a plus- no more, gone, spoiled, "Vamoosed."