Well you're a good man Albert Brown 
And you was wounded in the war 
And though you shot some people down 
You're still a good man Albert Brown 
Well you're a good man Albert Brown 
Though you are drunk upon the floor 
And if you're buying the next round 
Then you're a good man Albert... 
 
Brown was the colour of the mud across the Somme 
Red was the blood you spilled upon it 
Pink were the fingers of the nurse who dressed your wound 
White was the starch upon her bonnet 
And you married that nurse 
And her name was Else 
And then along came dad 
 
...I'll have another pint of... 
 
Brown is the colour of your old walking boots 
Green is the cash you'd love to squander 
Gold is the colour of your wife's faithful heart 
So get yourself home, no more to wander 
And you married that nurse 
And her name's still Else 
And another child was had 
You're a good man Albert Brown