To the tune of Men of Harlech, written by Flanders and Swann

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9VMhVh9hfI

Whats the use of wearing braces ?

Vests and pants and boots with laces ?

Spats or hats you buy in places

Down on Brompton Road.

Whats the use of shirts of cotton ?

Studs that always get forgotton ?

These affairs are simply rotton,

Better far is woad.

Woads the stuff to show them,

Woad to scare your foeman.

Boil it to a brilliant hue,

And rub it on your back and your abdomen.

Ancient Briton, never 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 dressed 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 britches,

We have woad to clothe us, which is,

Not a nest for fleas.

Romans keep your armour,

Saxons your pyjama.

Hairy coats were meant for goats,

Gorillas, yaks, retriever-dogs and llama.

Tramp up Snowdon with our woad on,

Never mind if we get rained our snowed on,

Never want a button sewed on.