There's a statue of a donkey
on South Shield's seafront
and with him stands a man
And the man's name is Jackie,
Though he was a hero down
On South Shield's seafront,
His favourite was Murphy,
an d he waited on the tide
To give rides to little children,
to flirt with the pretty girls
Then he's joined the Merchant Navy
And he's off to see the world
He's sailed the wide world
Till he come to Newcastle
For rolling seas and heavy gales
and you rambled all down on the shore
A shearing, drawing, larrikin,
and a new recruit for war.
Give a dog a bad name, Jackie
A hun dred years are almost gone,
Some things never change, Jackie,
and perhaps they never will
They give a dog a bad name,
When I signed up for this Army,
But we didn't sail to England, Murphy,
No, we sailed right into Hell.
Now I'm a stretcher -bearer
in the bloody Dardanelles.
You know I don't like taking orders
Murphy, that's not the way I am
But now we've got this job to do
and I'll do the best I can
Oh you and me are muckers
Murphy, down here on the sand
I'll whistle and I'll sing my songs
and we'll march to beat the band
Jesus, you know I'm tired, Murphy
Breakfast wasn't ready today
They said they'd keep my dinner hot
Come on, lad, we're on our way
Down to Shrapnel Gully again,
We've done it now so many times,
you could damn near fetch them on your own
Did you hear the machine gun rattle,
Did you feel the bullets tearing through?
I pray that peace and quiet and dark
are the last things that you knew.
You saved 300 wounded men,
you and Murphy on your own
And you died to save the very last,
and Murphy fetched him back alone
Give a dog a bad name, Jackie
A hundred years are almost gone
Some things never change, Jackie,
and perhaps they never will
While the blood less fools in Whitehall,
they sit in judgement still