Walla Walla (Клятва воина)

A gallant young warrior lay weary,
on a battlefield far from his home.
He tried to sit up and sound cheery,
an’ these were the words he did moan. Ooooooohhh

Walla walla wimbo, bing bang bimbo,
wullyah wullyah wullyah whoo!
Wot I wouldn’t give for a basinful
of me grandma’s hard-baked stew!

Give this pudden back to me dear mother,
an’ tell her I slew ten vermin with it.
Say I don’t wish to cause any bother,
but the Sergeant’s a silly great twit!

Oooooooohhhhh

Walla walla wimbo, bing bang bimbo,
wullyah wullyah wullyah whoop!
I must complain I’ve got a pain,
an’ the cook makes poison soup!

Tell my fat little sister I love her,
an’ give her this flea-ridden coat.
Say it comes from her handsome young brother,
it was swiped off a greasy old stoat.

Oooooooohhhhh

Walla walla wimbo, bing bang bimbo,
wullyah wullyah wullyah whoo!
Me ears are green an’ me bottom’s red,
an’ me nose is turnin’ blue!

Now the foebeast are nearly upon me,
I’m eatin’ a raw onion pie.
I’ll remember me auntie quite fondly,
but it’s so jolly hard not to cry. Ooooooohhhhhh

Walla walla wimbo, bing bang bimbo,
wullyah wullyah wullyah yaah!
I’ve finished me scoff so I’ll be off,
I’ll be home by teatime, Ma!