The India that one read about And may have been misled about In one respect has kept itself intact. Though Pukka Sahib' traditions may have cracked And thinned The good old Indian army's still a fact. That famous monumental man The Officer and Gentleman Still lives and breathes and functions from Bombay to Katmandu At any moment one can glimpse Matured or embryonic Blimps' Vivaciously speculating as to what became of who. Though Eastern sounds may fascinate your ear When West meets West you're always sure to hear-
Refrain 1
Whatever became of old Bagot? I haven't seen him for a year. Is it true that young Briggs had to marry that Faggot He met in the Vale of Kashmir? Have you had any news Or that chap in the Blues, Was it Prosser or Pyecroft or Pym? He was stationed in Simla, or was it Bengal? I know he got tight at a ball in Nepal And wrote several four-letter words on the wall. I wonder what happened to him!
Refrain 2
Whatever became of old Shelley? Is it true that young Briggs was cashiered For riding on a push-bike quite nude through Delhi The day the new Viceroy appeared? Have you had any word Of that bloke in the Third', Was it Southerby, Sedgwick or Sim? They had him thrown out of the club in Bombay For, apart from his mess bill exceeding his pay, He took to pig-sticking in quite the wrong way. I wonder what happened to him!
Verse 2
One must admit that by and large Upholders of the British Raj* Don't shine in conversation as a breed. Though Indian army officers can read A bit Their verbal wit-has rather run to seed. Their splendid insularity And roguish jocularity Was echoing through when Victoria was Queen. In restaurants and dining-cars, In messes, clubs and hotel bars They try to maintain tradition in the way it's always been. Though worlds may change and nations disappear Above the shrieking chaos you will hear-
Refrain 3
Whatever became of old Tucker? Have you heard any word of young Mills Who ruptured himself at the end of a chukka And had to be sent to the hills? They say that young Lees Had a go of D.T.'s' And his hopes of promotion are slim. According to Stubbs, who's a bit of a louse, The silly young blighter went out on a souse', And took two old tarts into Government House. I wonder what happened to him!
Refrain 4
Whatever became of old Keeling? I hear that he got back from France And frightened three nuns in a train in Darjeeling By stripping and waving his lance! D'you remember Munroe, In the P.A.V.O? He was tallish and mentally dim. The talk of heredity can't be quite true, He was dropped on his head by his ayah at two, I presume that by now he'll have reached G.H.Q. I'm sure that's what happened to him!
Refrain 5
Whatever became of old Archie? I hear he departed this life After rounding up ten sacred cows in Karachi To welcome the Governor's wife. D'you remember young Phipps Who had very large hips And whose waist was excessively slim? Well, it seems that some doctor in Grosvenor Square Gave him hormone injections for growing his hair And he grew something here, and he grew something there. I wonder what happened to her-him?
[Note: *In an early version the lack of conversational skills of the upholders of the British Raj was replace by-]
Devote themselves to action and to deed.