Our boys gave up squiddin', they all joined the Navy
To fight for old England, her King and her Crown;
Although we feel sad, we also feel glad
That we got such fine men on the Squid-jiggin' Ground.
There's Tom, Dick, and Harry, and handsome young Larry,
And Bill, Mike, and Joe whom we all well do know;
They pulled up their dories and swore by the Tories,
That they'd gain the victory or they'd squid no more.
So up to their mothers, their dads and their others,
To get their consent without further delay;
And away with the oil-skins, cape-annes and the jiggers,
And up to the court-house to join up that day.
There's Tommy left Mary, and Billy left Sally,
And Joe left hid young wife to follow the crowd;
Even Uncle Bob Hawkins, with his three pairs of stockins,
Left his father to wear on the Squid-jiggin' Ground.
Now they got the pluck, they don't care what the buck,
It's their King and their country, "Keep Hitler Down;"
For if he gets over we'll all be under clover,
If Hitler gets over to the Squid-jiggin' Ground.