If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back,
If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line,
If you've ever crammed a gander in your bloomin' 'aver sack,
You will understand this little song o' mine.
But the service rules are 'ard, and from such we are debarred,
For the same with English morals does not suit.
(Cornet: Toot! toot!)
W'y, they call a man a robber if 'e stuffs 'is marchin' clobber
(Chorus.) Loo! loo! Lulu! lulu! Loo! loo! Loot! loot! loot!
Ow the loot!