George Formby Song-book: Our Sergeant Major-1938c
with lyrics and chords

A Complete(ish),George Formby Song-book also with PDF version for download.

Our Sergeant Major-1938C
  Regal Zonophone MR3425 Gifford/Cliffe/Formby

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 NOW THERES A SERGEANT MAJOR, ENJOYS LIFE WHEN HE CAN 
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 HE PROVES TO ALL THE LADIES, HES A SOLDIER AND A MAN 

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 HE STICKS OUT HIS CHEST, TWO PILLOWS IN HIS VEST 
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A BOLSTER UNDER HIS ROTUNDA, OUR SERGEANT MAJOR 

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 HIS MEDALS BREAK OUR HEARTS, HE WON THEM PLAYING DARTS 
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 AND WHILE COMPETING, WHO WAS CHEATING, OUR SERGEANT MAJOR 

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 HES FAR AWAY THE WORST FRIEND WEVE EVER HAD 
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 WHEN HES FAR AWAY, WELL, WERE MIGHTY GLAD 

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 IN THE CANTEEN BAR, YOU KNOW WHAT SERGEANTS ARE 
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WHEN WEVE PASSED OUT, WHOS THE LAST OUT, OUR SERGEANT MAJOR 

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HES GOT A RAUCOUS VOICE, HIS LANGUAGE ISNT CHOICE 
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 IN CLINK WED SHOVE HIM, HOW WE LOVE HIM, OUR SERGEANT MAJOR 

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 HIS WEIGHT ABOUT HELL THROW, THE WICKED SO AND SO 
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 WHOD EVEN SMOTHER, HIS OWN MOTHER, OUR SERGEANT MAJOR 

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HES FAR AWAY THE WORST FRIEND WEVE EVER HAD 
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 WHEN HES FAR AWAY, WELL, WERE MIGHTY GLAD 
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 OUR BUGLER GOES HIS ROUNDS, AND WHEN THE BUGLE SOUNDS 
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 FOR EVERLASTING, WHOS HE BLASTING, OUR SERGEANT MAJOR 

 UKE SOLO 

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 HE MAKES RAW RECRUITS, JUST TREMBLE IN THERE BOOTS 
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 CALLS THEM SLACKERS, WHOS GONE CRACKERS, OUR SEREGEANT MAJOR 

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 HIS FEET FILL UP THE ROAD, KNOCK-KNEED AND PIGEON TOED 
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 WED SOONER SHOOT HIM THAN SALUTE HIM, OUR SERGEANT MAJOR 

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HES FAR AWAY THE WORST FRIEND WEVE EVER HAD 
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 WHEN HES FAR AWAY, WELL, WERE MIGHTY GLAD 

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 THE MASCOT GOAT WE OWN, SO BIG AND FAT HAS GROWN 
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WILD AND WARLIKE, HES FAR MORE LIKE, OUR SERGEANT MAJOR