Here’s to Private Tommy Atkins

AKAPrivate Tommy Atkins
First Publishedc1895

Writer/composerFV St ClairRoudRNV4790 and 13695

Music Hall PerformersFV St Clair
Folk performancesCollected from the singing of:
Dowdy, Douglas ; England : Hampshire; 1982
From song sheet held in Bodleian Library

HERE'S TO PRIVATE TOMMY ATKINS
Parody written by FV St Clair

You can fetch him from the "Grapes" or "Barley Mow" 
You can fill him with condensed milk and tea, 
You can swear his whiskers never more will grow, 
Till he goes to fight across the angry sea. 
He may have been a bold Militia man, 
He may have fought with Sullivan and Mace, 
But before he'll cross the ocean, he will fill himself with lotion. 
And then a "barrel" organ he would face.

Oh Tommy, Tommy Atkins 
You are a Demon for the fray, 
When the Duke of Cambridge with his umbrella's far away. 
When the bugle sounds for dinner 
You are to the front I'm sure; 
Here's good luck to Tommy Atkins, 
How he loves the cookhouse door

I once met Tommy Atkins far away, 
O'er the plains of Egypt, marching to the strains 
Of a Jews harp and a whistle all the day, 
And the tune they played was "Do please close the drains" 
I have met him at the "Bug and Glue Pot Inn" 
With a pot of "four 'alt" and a long clay pipe; 
I have seen in push a bottle down his very thirsty throttle, 
When he's made supper off a piece of tripe 

Oh Tommy, Tommy Atkins 
You're as hot as hot can be, 
But I'm sure you're only failings 
Beer or rum instead of tea. 
May your nose be never redder 
When your pay each week you "blue" 
"May you never die for England 
Till your countries dead to you"

I have seen him when he's out upon the mash, 
Then Tommy Atkins face is full of smiles, 
And he loves to cut a regular perfect dash, 
He's as bad as any Tom Cat on the tiles. 
But when England is in danger you can bet, 
In the van your find our Tommy brave and bold, 
All danger he is sharing, but when Scotch kilts he's wearing, 
The girls say "Tommy Atkin's legs are cold"

Oh Tommy, Tommy Atkins, 
You go rambling round the town, 
Winking slyly at the ladies, 
While the chappies at you frown. 
Tho' your chest is often padded, 
And your moustache thick with glue, 
"Still you'll do more for your country, 
Than she'll ever do for you."

When Kipling published his poem “Tommy” in 1890 it sparked a wave of imitations. This song seems to be a parody of one of those imitations: the very successful and rather pompous Private Tommy Atkins made famous by Charles Arnold and Hayden Coffin. The lyrics of the two songs have a very similar structure and this one could be sung to the tune of the other. (If you follow the link for Private Tommy Atkins a number of songs of this type are listed). Its somewhat ironic that FV St Clair should sing such a parody, as he sang some pretty pompous nationalistic songs himself! He wrote and performed a great many martial numbers, here’s a sample of some titles: Kitchener! Gone but not forgotten (1916) Follow the Drum (1914) and earlier Gladstone is Captain of the Ship John Bull (1881).

The song has been found in one source, R. March’s Song Book No 117 held in the Bodleian Library. The song book contains a number of Music Hall songs, and from these its likely that it was published in the late 1890s, not between 1877 and 1884 as suggested by the Bodleian. In 1982 Steve Roud collected a song from George Dowdy with first line “Tommy Atkins is a Demon for the fray” – as this is very close the first line of the chorus of this song, I would tentatively suggest it’s most likely to be this one rather than any of the other songs about Tommy Atkins .

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