What's the use of wearing braces,
Vests and pants and boots with laces,
Spats and hats 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 hue
And rub it on your back and your abdomen.
Ancient Briton ne'er did 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
Dress 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 made 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!!