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