From the dark cafes of Paris

To the streets of Amsterdam

From the homes of old Vienna

To the shores of Uncle Sam

Wherever freedom's hope is true

Each heart cries out to you:

Don't give up, Tommy Atkins,

Be a stout fella,

Chin up! Cheerio! Carry on!

Keep a stiff upper lip

When you're in doubt, fella,

Chin up! Cheerio! Carry on!

Oh the sun's sure to smile

on your tight little isle,

So hang on to your wits

and you'll turn the blitz on Fritz,

There's a whole world behind you

shoutin' "stout fella!"

Chin up! Cheerio! Carry on!

(repeat)