What’s the use of wearing braces Hats and spats and boots with laces? All the things you buy in places Down the Brompton Road What’s the use of shirts of cotton Studs that always get forgotten? These affairs are simply rotten Better far is woad Woad’s the stuff to show men Woad to scare your foemen Boil it to a brilliant blue And rub it on your back and your abdomen Ancient Britain never hit on Anything as good as woad to fit on Neck or knees or where you sit on Tailors you be blowed Romans came across the channel All wrapped up in tin and flannel Half a pint of woad per man’ll Clothe us more than these Saxons you can waste your stitches Building beds for bugs in breeches We have woad to clothe us which is Not a nest for fleas Romans keep your armours Saxons your pyjamas Hairy coats were meant for goats Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas Tramp up Snowdon, with your woad on Never mind if you get rained or blowed on Never want a button sewed on Go it, Ancient B’s