The West's asleep. Let England shake, weighted down with silent dead. I fear our blood won't rise again rise again England's dancing days are done. Another day, Bobby, for you to come home Come and tell me indifference Won won won Smile, smile Bobby, with your lovely mouth. Pack up your troubles, let's head out to the fountain of death & splash about, swim back forth & laugh out loud, until the day is ending, And the birds are silent And the insects are courting by the shores heavy stones are falling. Smile, smile Bobby, with your lovely mouth. Pack up your troubles, let's head out to the fountain of death & splash about, swim back forth & laugh out loud,