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)