Good-Bye-ee
(R P Weston & Bert Lee 1917)

Brother Bertie went away
To do his bit the other day
With a smile on his lips
And his Lieutenant's pips
Upon his shoulder, bright and gay
As the train moved out he said
"Remember me to all the birds"
Then he wagged his paw
And went away to war
Shouting out these pathetic words:
Goodbye-ee! Goodbye-ee!
Wipe the tear, baby dear, from your eye-ee
Though it's hard to part I know, (I know)
I'll be tickled to death to go!
Don't cry-ee, don't sigh-ee
There's a silver lining in the sky-ee!
Bonsoir old thing, cheerio, chin-chin
Nah-poo, toodle-oo, goodbye-ee!
At the concert down at Kew
The convalescents, dressed in blue
Had to hear Lady Lee
Who had turned eighty three
Sing the old old songs she knew
Then she made a speech and said
"I look upon you boys with pride
And for what you've done
I'm going to kiss each one!"
Then they all grabbed their sticks and cried:
Goodbye-ee! Goodbye-ee!
Wipe the tear, baby dear, from your eye-ee
Though it's hard to part I know, (I know)
I'll be tickled to death to go!
Don't cry-ee, don't sigh-ee
There's a silver lining in the sky-ee!
Bonsoir old thing, cheerio, chin-chin
Nah-poo, toodle-oo, goodbye-ee!
Little Private Patrick Shaw
He was a prisoner of war
Till a Hun with a gun
Called him "pig dog" for fun
Then Paddy punched him on the jaw!
Right across the barbed wire fence
The German dropped, in fear, dear oh dear!
All the wire gave way
And Paddy yelled "hooray!"
As he ran for the Dutch frontier!
Goodbye-ee! Goodbye-ee!
Wipe the tear, baby dear, from your eye-ee
Though it's hard to part I know, (I know)
I'll be tickled to death to go!
Don't cry-ee, don't sigh-ee
There's a silver lining in the sky-ee!
Bonsoir old thing, cheerio, chin-chin
Nah-poo, toodle-oo, goodbye-ee!