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Fellow working men, I've come to talk to you tonight We want amunition if we're going to win the fight So if you're too petrified to get inside a trench Go into the Arsenal and when you're at the bench. Refrain: Work boys work and be contented Making amunition for the war Help to make the shot and shell Blow the Germans all to hell Though you've never done a stroke of work before. When you're in your overalls working as engineers You can't get the 'glad eye' from the saucy little dears But although you're pining for to cuddle something nice Prove that you are virtuous by sticking to your vice. Refrain: Work boys work and be contented Don't knock off to go and chase the girls Stick to work just like a leach And you can have a harem each When we beat the Turks and bust the Dardenelles. Now some of you have worked as you have never worked before Some of you have worked for a year or maybe more Pining for your beano in the good old waggonette But stick it lads and you shall have a beano don't forget Refrain: Work boys work and be contented Day and night and save up all your tin For to strike it ain't no use Help to 'cook the Kaiser's goose' Then we'll let you have your beano in Berlin Now don't forget to win the war that millions must be spent Don't forget the war loan at four and half percent Put your money in it lads, walk to save the fares When the Kaiser's stoney broke, we'll all be millionaires Refrain: Work boys work and be contented Don't waste your money it's a crime When you find you're out of debt and you've an empty bassinet You can fill it up by working overtime. I went out to Crosse and Blackwells late the other night Saw the girls were a-making jam for those who have to fight I said 'Ah now, now that's the stuff to fill a Tommy's tums.' This is what I shouted as they pelted me with plums Refrain: 'Work girls work and be contented Making jam for those out at the war Fill 'em up with raspberry And when they come home you'll see Why, they'll stick to you as they've never stuck before. |
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| The original version was written and composed by Harry Clifton - 1867 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Performed by Harry Champion (1865-1942) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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