There's the butter, gad, and horse-fly,
The blow-fly and the blue,
The fine fly and the coarse fly,
But never flew a worse fly
Of all the flies that flew

Than the little sneaky black fly
That gobbles up our ham,
The beggar's not a slack fly,
He really is a crack fly,
And wolfs the soldiers' jam.

So straf' that fly! our motto
Is " Straf' him when you can. "
He'll die because he ought to,
He'll go because he's got to,
So at him, every man!