I found the following in a book called 'Stoker Greenwood's Navy' but DOES ANYONE KNOW WHO WROTE IT? I don't think he did.
‘West Indian Cruise’
Drinking for the Empire, boozing for the Raj,
Sozzling for the honour of the Flag,
After quarts of Planters Punch, and a very special lunch,
No wonder that our knees begin to sag
But we stagger back at Sunset to put on our Mess Undress,
And bloody but unbowed go racing back,
To have a little snorter, with the Governor’s lovely daughter,
For the honour of the dear old Union Jack.
Drinking for the Empire, boozing for the Crown,
Sozzling for the good old Union Jack,
We never make a fuss, ‘cause they’re all alike to us,
Whether white, or nearly white, or merely black,
They come aboard in thousands every time we enter port,
No wonder that our wine bills are so large,
From shoving tots of Coatses, down a thousand thirsty throatses,
For the prestige of the glorious British Raj.
Drinking for the Empire, sozzling for the Flag,
Boozing for Britannia Rules the Waves,
We display the well known verve, of the Fleet in Which we Serve,
And show them how an Englishman behaves.
Though the party may be bloody, we keep stiff the upper lip,
And never let the locals get us down,
Crying Dulce et Decorum, we must drain another jorum,
To the never dying credit of the Crown.
Drinking for the Empire, boozing for the Queen,
Sozzling for the country of the free,
When the Social Sec. compels, we all land at seven bells,
For cocktails, bridge and dancing with H.E.,
Though the body’s feeling jaded, and the tongue is somewhat furred,
And a peaceful night aboard would he just grand,
Our weary limbs we gird on, assume the white man’s burden,
For the honour of the dear old Motherland.
Drinking for the Empire, boozing for the Flag,
Soaking for the balance of World Power,
They are many we are few, but we know what each must do,
And men shall say ‘This was their finest hour’,
We will sozzle in the ballroom, and sozzle on the beach,
We will sozzle on the hillside, we will sozzle on the street,
But we never will surrender, being guardians of the splendour,
Of a Nation that has never known defeat.