Like The Great Old Battler

His face has time wrinkles his hair hoary gray
And one can say he has known a far better day
But you will not hear him say my best days are gone
Like the great old battler he keeps keeping on
He has made love to many women he has fathered a son
But you won't hear him talking of wars fought and won
And you never will hear him bad mouth his ex wife
He just does his own thing and he gets on with life
To his mates in the pub he listens as they brag
Of their love for their Country and their National Flag
He listens in silence as their own praises they do sing
The ageing gray haired fellow who does his own thing
And whilst the others around him are waffling away
He enjoys his beer and has nothing to say.