Once there was a waitress at the Prince George Hotel

Whose mistress was a lady and whose master was a swell

They knew she was a simple girl just lately from the farm

So they did their very best just to keep her from all harm

The forty-second Fusiliers came marching into town

And with them came a company of rapists of renown

They busted every maidenhead that fell beneath their spell

But they never made the waitress from the Prince George Hotel

And then there came a company of Prince of Whales Hussars

They piled into the whorehouses and packed into the bars

Many a maid and mistress, even wife before them fell

But they never made the waitress from the Prince George Hotel

Then there came a sailor, and ordinary bloke

A-bulging at the trousers with a heart of solid oak

At sea without a woman for seven years or more

You didn’t need to ask just what he was looking for

He asked her for a candle just to light his way to bed

He asked her for a pillow just to rest his weary head

And speaking very gently as if he meant no harm

He asked her for to come to bed just so’s to keep him warm

She pulled aside the blanket and for a moment there did lie

He was on her! he was in her! in the twinkling of an eye

He was out again! and in again! and plowing up a storm

And all the waitress said was “I hope you're keeping warm!”

Early the next morning the sailor he awoke

Saying “Here’s a two-pound note my dear for the damage I have wrote

Now if you have a daughter, bounce her on your knee

And if you have a son, send the bastard off to sea!”

Now there she sits upon the dock, a baby on her knee

A-waiting for the Navy ships a-coming home from sea

Waiting for the jolly tars in Navy uniform

And all she wants to do, me boys, is keep the Navy warm!