Tune: "Navy Blues."

Police Defectives and Members of Gravy League.

A-hoy! . . . Our League is sailing o'er the brine . . .
A-hy! . . . We're here to show you our design . . .
We want to make the British Navy shine . . .

Chorus.
We've got those Gravy Blues:
Sighing for Singapore,
Bursting on Berhampore—
We've got those Gravy Blues!

Matrons of weight are we,
Chaste in our symmetry,
(And in our industry)
We've got those Gravy Blues!

We incite each innocent stripling
To recite the works of Mister Kipling.

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Waving the flag we say,
Youth is our lawful prey,
Britain must win the day . . .
We've got those gravy Blues! . . .

Ahoy! . . . Our League is cruising down the Quay,
Ahoy! . . . An enterprising body we,
The only thing we fear is Apathy . . .

Chorus.
We've got those Gravy Blues . . .
We want facilities
For naval hostilities . . .
We've got those Gravy Blues!

We don't want to see a battle fought,
But do let's build just one more, dear, wee, dreadnought.

We've got those Gravy Blues,
Sailors we just adore,
Conscript ten thousand more . . .
We've got those Gravy Blues!