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World War II and British Songs



Amazing Grace

How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch Like me .....

I once was lost But now I'm found
'Twas Blind, But now I see ....


Auld Lang Syne

Trad

Should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind
Should old acquaintance be forgot and days of Old Lang Syne

For Auld Lang Syne, my dear - for Auld Lang Syne;
We take a cup O' kindness yet for Auld Lang Syne

And here's a hand, my trusty friend and gives a hand of thine;
We take a cup O' kindness yet for Auld Lang Syne

For Auld Lang Syne, my dear - for Auld Lang Syne;
We take a cup O' kindness yet for Auld Lang Syne


Bless 'em All

Bless 'em all!
Bless 'em all!
The long and the short and the tall;
Bless all the sergeants and double-u o ones,
Bless all the corp'rals and their blink-in sons,
ÒCos we're saying good-bye to them all
As back to their billets they crawl,
You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean,
So cheer up,
my lads,
Bless 'em all!
Nobody knows what a twirp you've been,
So cheer up,m my lads,
Bless 'em all!


Coming In On The Wing and a Prayer

We're coming in on a wing and a prayer
We're coming in on a wing and a prayer
Tho' there's one motor gone we will still carry on
We're coming in on a wing and a prayer

What a show, what a fight
Yes we really hit our target for tonight
How we sing as we fly through the air
Look below there's a field over there
With a full crew abroad and our trust in the Lord
We're coming in on a wing and a prayer


Congratulations

Congratulations and celebrations
When I tell everyone that youĠre in love with me

Congratulations and jubilations
I want the world to know I'm happy as can be

Who would believe that I could be
happy and contented
I used to think that happiness hadn't been invented
But that was in the bad old days before I met you
When I let you walk into my heart

Congratulations and celebrations
When I tell everyone that youĠre in love with me
Congratulations and jubilations
I want the world to know I'm happy as can be

Congratulations and celebrations
When I tell everyone that you're in love with me
Congratulations and jubilations
I want the world to know I'm a happy as can be
I want the world to know I'm a happy as can be


If I Ruled The World

If I ruled the world
Every day would be the first day of spring
Every heart would have a new song to sing
And we sing of the joy every morning would bring

If I ruled the world
Every man would be as free as a bird
Every voice should be a voice to be heard
Take my word
We would treasure each day that occurred

My world would be a beautiful place,
Where we would weave such wonderful dreams
My world would wear a smile on its face
Like the man in the moon has when the moon beams

If I ruled the world
Every man would say the world was my friend
thereĠd be happiness that no man could end

No my friend
Not if I ruled the world.
Every head would be held up high
ThereĠd be sunshine in everyone's sky
If the day ever dawned when I ruled the world


Jerusalem

Words by William Blake. Music by Parry

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark satanic mills.

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O Clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.


Kiss Me Goodnight

Words & Music by Art Noel & Don Pelosi

Kiss me goodnight, Sergeant Major!
Tuck me in my little wooden bed.
We all love you, Sergeant Major!
When we hear you bawling "Show a leg"
Don't forget to wake me in the morning
And bring me round a nice hot cup of tea.
Kiss me goodnight, Sergeant Major!
Sergeant Major be a mother to me.


Knees up Mother Brown

Words & Music by Harris Weston & Bert Lee

Knees up Mother Brown! Knees up Mother Brown!
Under the table you must go - Ee-i-ee-i-ee-i-oh!
If I catch you bending, I'll saw your legs right off,
Knees up! Knees Up! Don't get the breeze up,
Knees up Mother Brown!

Oh My! What a rotten song!
What a rotten song!
Oh, What a rotten song!
Oh My! What a rotten song! - What a rotten singer too!

Knees up Mother Brown! Knees up Mother Brown!
Under the table you must go - Ee-i-ee-i-ee-i-oh!
If I catch you bending, I'll saw your legs right off,
Knees up! Knees Up! Don't get the breeze up,
Knees - up - Mother - Brown!
Ow's yer farver? All right!


Land of Hope and Glory

By Edward Elgar

Land of hope and Glory - Mother of the free.
How shall we adore thee - who are born of thee.
Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set.
God who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet.
God who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet.


Lillie Marlene

Underneath the lantern by the barrack gate,
Darling I remember the way you used to wait;
'Twas there that you whispered tenderly,
That you lov'd me
You'd always be,

My Lillie of the lamp-light,
My own Lillie Marlene.

Orders came for sailing somewhere over there,
All confined to barracks was more than I could bear;
I knew you were waiting in the street,
I heard your feet,
But could not meet;

My Lillie of the lamp-light,
My own Lillie Marlene.

Resting in a billet just behind the line,
Even tho' we're parted your lips are close to mine;
You wait where the lantern softly gleams.
Your sweet face seems,
To haunt my dreams

My Lillie of the lamp-light,
My own Lillie Marlene.


Maybe it's Because I'm a Londoner

Words & Music by Hubert Gregg

Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner, that I love London so.
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner that I think of her wherever I go.
I get a funny feeling inside of me just walking up and down.
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner that I love London Town.


Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square

That certain night, the night we met,
there was magic abroad in the air.
There were angels dining at the Ritz
and a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

I may be right, I may be wrong,
but I'm perfectly willing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me,
a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

When dawn came stealing up, all golden blue,
To interrupt our rendezvous.
How I remember how you smiled and said,
was that a dream or was it true?

Our homeward step was just as light as
the tap dancing feet of Astaire
And like an echo far away,
a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.

I know 'cos I was there, that night in Berkeley Square


Now is the Hour

Now is the hour
When we must say good-bye
Soon you'll be sailing
Far across the sea.
While you're away
Oh, then remember me
When you return
YouĠll find me waiting here.


Over There

Music & Words by George M Cohen

Over there - Over there - Over there
Send a word - Send a word over there
That the Yanks are coming - The Yanks are coming
The Yanks are coming over there
The drums rum-tumming everywhere.
So Prepare - say a prayer - send a word - send a word - to beware
WeĠll be over, weĠre coming over
And we won't come back 'til it's over over there.


Pack up your Troubles

Words by George Asaf, Music by Felix Powell

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile! Smile! Smile!
While you've a Lucifer to light your fag
Smile boys - that's the style!
What's the use of worrying - it never was worthwhile - So!
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile! Smile! Smile!


Roll Out The Barrel

Words by Lew Brown, Music by J Vejvoda

Roll out the barrel - we'll have a barrel of fun.
Roll out the barrel - we've got the blues on the run.
Zing! Boom! Tarrarel! - ring out a song of good cheer.
Now's the time to roll the barrel - for the gang's all here.


Rule Britannia

James Thomson, 1740 (1700-1748)
   When Britain first,  at Heaven's command
   Arose,  from out the azure main
   Arose, arose, arose from out the azure main
   This was the charter,
   The charter of the land,
   And guardian angels sung this strain: 

   Refrain:
   Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves,
   Britons never never never shall be slaves. 

   The nations, not, so blest as thee,
   Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall:
   Must in, must in, must in their turns to tyrants fall.
   While thou shalt flourish,
   Shalt flourish great and free,
   The dread and envy of them all.
   Refrain: 

   Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
   More dreadful, from each foreign stroke:
   More dreadful, dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke.
   As the loud blast,
   The blast that tears the skies,
   Serves but to root thy native oak.
   Refrain: 

   Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame:
   All their attempts to bend thee down,
   All their, all their, all their attempts to bend thee down
   Will but arouse thy,
   Arouse thy generous flame;
   But work their woe, and thy renown.
   Refrain: 

   To thee belongs the rural reign;
   Thy cities, shall with commerce shine:
   Thy cities, cities, cities shall with commerce shine
   All thine shall be the,
   Shall be the subject main,
   And every shore it circles thine.
   Refrain: 

   The Muses, still with freedom found,
   Shall to, thy happy coast repair:
   Shall to, shall to, shall to thy happy coast repair
   Blest isle! with matchless,
   With matchless beauty crown'd,
   And manly hearts to guard the fair.
   Refrain: 

 Jacobite version
                                                         Britannia, rouse at Heav'n's command!
                                                         And crown thy native Prince again;
                                                         Then Peace shall bless thy happy land,
                                                         And plenty pour in from the rnain:
                                                         Then shalt thou be - Britannia, thou shalt be
                                                         From home and foreign tyrants free.





                                                         Behold, great Charles! thy godlike son,
                                                         With majesty and sweetness crowned;
                                                         His worth th'admiring world doth own,
                                                         And fame's loud trump proclaims the sound.
                                                         Thy captain him, Britannia, him declare.
                                                         Of kings and heroes he's the heir.


                                                         Then, Britons, rouse! with trurnpets' sound
                                                         Proclaim this solemn, happy day'.
                                                         Let mirth with cheerful music crowned
                                                         Drive sullen thoughts and cares away!
                                                         Come, Britons, sing! Britannia, draw thy sword!
                                                         And use it for thy rightful lord!


Run Rabbit Run

Words by Noel Gay & Ralph Butler. Music by Noel Gay

Run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!
Run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!
So run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!

Run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!
Don't give the farmer his fun! Fun! Fun!
He'll get by without his rabbit pie
So run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!


Summer Holiday

We're all going on a summer holiday
No more working for a week or two
Fun and laughter on our summer holiday
No more worries for me or you
For a week or two

We're going where the sun shines brightly
We're going where the sea is blue
Seen it in the movies
Now let\s see if it's true
Everybody has a summer holiday
Doin' things they always wanted to
So we're goin' on a summer holiday
To make our dreams come true
For me and you.


The Army, The Navy and The Air Force

Words & Music by Herman Darewski & Edward Lockton

The Army, the Navy and the Air force have made old
England's name.
Our soldiers, our sailors and our airmen have always played the
game.They're steady - they're true and always ready.
They fight for you and me.
The Army, the Navy and the Air force
Leading us to victory.


The Siegfried Line

Words & Music by Jimmy Kennedy & Michael Carr

We're going to hang out the washing on the Siegfried Line.
Have you any dirty washing, mother dear?
We're gonna hang out the washing on the Siegfried Line
'Cos the washing day is here.
Whether the weather may be wet or fine
We'll just rub along without a care.
We're going to hang out the washing on the Siegfried Line
If the Siegfried Lines still there.


There'll Always be an England

Words & Music by Ross Parker & Hugh Charles

There'll always be an England, while there's a country lane.
Wherever there's a cottage small beside a field of grain
There'll always be an England while there's a busy street.
Wherever there's a turning wheel - a million marching feet.

Red, white and blue - what does it mean to you?
Surely you're proud - shout it loud - Britons awake!
The Empire too - we can depend on you.
Freedom remains - these are the chains nothing can break.

There'll always be an England and England shall be free
If England means as much to you as England means to me.


We'll Keep a Welcome

We'll keep a welcome in the hillsides
We'll keep a welcome in the vales
This land you knew will still be singing
When you come home again to Wales
This land of ours will keep a welcome
And with a love that never fails
We'll kiss away each hour of Hiraeth
When you come again
To Wales


We'll Meet Again

Words & Music by Ross Parker & Hugh Charles

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day.
Keep smilin' through - just like you always do
'Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away.

So will you please say Hello to the folks that I know
Tell them - I won't be long.
They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go
I was singing this song.

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day.


When the Lights Go Up In London

Words & Music by Hubert Gregg

I'm going to get lit up when the lights go up in London;
I'm going to get lit up as I've never been before.
You will find me on the tiles;
You will find me wreathed in smiles;
I'm going to get lit up - I'll be visible for miles!
The city will set up when the lights go up in London;
WeĠll all be lit up as the Strand was, only more, much more
And before the party's played out;
They will fetch the fire brigade out
To the littest uppist scene you ever saw!


White Cliffs of Dover

Words & Music by Nat Burton & Walter Kent

There'll be blue birds over the white cliffs of Dover,
Tomorrow, just you wait and see.

There'll be love and laughter and peace ever after
Tomorrow, when the world is free.

The shepherd will tend his sheep, the valley will bloom again
And Jimmy will go to sleep, in his own little room again.

There'll be blue birds over the white cliffs of Dover,
Tomorrow, just you wait and see.


Wish me Luck as you Wave Me Goodbye

Words & Music by Harry Parr-Davies

Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye.
Cheerio - here I go - on my way.
Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye.
Not a tear - but a cheer - make it gay.
Give me a smile I can keep for a while
In my heart while I'm away.
Till we meet once again - you and I
Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye.


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