King Edward the Seventh, who some called The Peace Maker
Died back in nineteen-and-ten
He was buried at Windsor and in the procession
Rode the finest and highest of men
There were nine crowned kings and thirty proud princes
Leaders of many's the land
And old 'Kaiser Bill' rode next to King George
With his Field Marshall's baton in hand
Crippen was caught that very same year
And Haley's Comet flashed by
And the first of the labour exchanges was opened
The year the old king died
The Sidney Street siege brought in nineteen-eleven
When anarchy died in the flames
In London, in June, King George and his queen
Played the coronation game
"A place in the sun", said The Kaiser in Hamburg
Launching his new battleships
King George made India, Ireland and Wales
Places for right royal trips
Titanic was launched on the day of The Derby
London's last horse bus was shelved
The suffragettes marched, demanding their rights
Then in came nineteen-twelve
Jack Judge went down into West Bromwich town
To welcome a brand new year
And he stopped in a pub, just to have a little sup
'Cause he liked his drop of beer
And when he'd had a drink, he started up to sing
And his voice it lifted high
"My name's Jack Judge and I can write you a song
From Oldbury town come I"
"My name's Jack Judge and I can write you a song
From Oldbury town come I"
Now a Birmingham man who was sitting close by
Heard what Jack did say
"And a pound to a penny", he said to Jack
"That you can't write a song in a day"
Jack had another laugh and he had another drink
And he said: "I'll take you on
This afternoon I'll write you a song
I'll sing it 'fore the day is done"
"This afternoon I'll write you a song
I'll sing it 'fore the day is done"
Jack had another laugh and he sang another song
And he drank another pint of beer
Then he took the train up to Stalybridge
That night he was due to appear
And the very first day of nineteen-twelve
Old Jack Judge won his bet
And the song that he made and he sang that day
We never shall forget
And the song that he made and he sang that day
We never shall forget
In March nineteen-twelve, brave Scott and his comrades
Died while the snow storm roared
And later that year the good General Booth
Finally laid down his sword
There were riots in Ireland concerning home rule
Mrs. Pankhurst was in prison again
And Wilbur Wright died, that first among fliers
As the Royal Flying Corps was named
Titanic went down in the spring of that year
Taking fifteen hundred lives
And the Balkan states blazed from border to border
As death began sharpening his knives
Of the nineteen-ten monarchs who mourned for King Edward
In nineteen-thirteen few survived
Though some of them lived to a peaceful old age
Assassins took many's the life
Death came calmly to China and Sweden
But elsewhere the murderer's hand
Struck The Pasha of Turkey, The King of the Greeks
While Spain survived death's plan
The armies of Europe paraded and postured
The stock-pile of weapons increased
At The Hague, as if in grim desperation
They opened The Palace of Peace
In nineteen-fourteen, with more suffragettes marching
The archduke of Austria was slain
In less than two months all Europe was marching
And death was in business again
Many's the young man, from many's the family
Willingly gave his all
They died in their millions for dubious victory
Answering Kitchener's call
But as they marched off to their trains and their troop ships
They sang as they hurried along
And the words echoed back from the graveyards of Flanders
Singing old Jack Judge's song
Yes, the words echoed back from the graveyards of Flanders
Singing old Jack Judge's song
It's a long way to Tipperary
It's a long way to go
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know
Goodbye, Piccadilly
Farewell, Leicester Square
It's a long, long way to Tipperary
But my heart's right there
It's a long way to Tipperary
It's a long way to go
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know
Goodbye, Piccadilly
Farewell, Leicester Square
It's a long, long way to Tipperary
But my heart's right there
It's a long way to Tipperary
It's a long way to go
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know
Goodbye, Piccadilly
Farewell, Leicester Square
It's a long, long way to Tipperary
But my heart's right there
It's a long, long way to Tipperary
But my heart's right there