From the dark cafes of Paris   To the streets of Amsterdam   From the homes of old Vienna   To the shores of Uncle Sam   Wherever freedom's hope is true   Each heart cries out to you:      Don't give up, Tommy Atkins,   Be a stout fella,   Chin up! Cheerio! Carry on!   Keep a stiff upper lip   When you're in doubt, fella,   Chin up! Cheerio! Carry on!      Oh the sun's sure to smile   on your tight little isle,   So hang on to your wits   and you'll turn the blitz on Fritz,   There's a whole world behind you   shoutin' "stout fella!"   Chin up! Cheerio! Carry on!      (repeat)