And another for good measure!
This bloody war's a bloody cuss
For what it's bought to bloody us
Such bloody trouble, bloody fuss
Oh bloody, bloody
The navy takes the bloody bun
With gold braid by the bloody ton
This bloody town they try to run
Oh bloody, bloody
They commandeer each bloody hall
And at their bloody beck and call
They want us one and bloody all
Oh bloody, bloody
Strutting round like bloody hens
Supercilious bloody wrens
Can scarcely push their bloody pens
Oh bloody, bloody
Our so called soldiers bloody gay
With two and bloody six a day
Their bloody looks keep Huns away
Oh bloody, bloody
Brass-hats by the bloody score
Drink their pay and shout for more
No wonder Tommy's bloody sore
Oh bloody, bloody
Immaculate bloody glamour boys
In smoky blue, like bloody toys
Parade with studied bloody poise
Oh bloody, bloody
Despite all benefits bestowed
These bloody forces write an ode
To ridicule our loved abode
Oh bloody, bloody
Wish this bloody war was o'er
We'll hound them from our bloody shore
And live in peace for evermore
Oh bloody, bloody
Anyone who bothered to visit the Orkney Archipelago will realise how puerile it was to seek to compare the peacetime comforts of a base down south with what was then a remote group of Islands in Wartime.
The Navy visited it once before the Great War. By then it had dawned on the thickos at the Admiralty that their Battlefleet would be no use if blockaded in Portsmouth, Chatham or Devonport. More so in WW2 by when the added threat of German Air Power had emerged.