The Bevin Boys' Song

 

We had to join, we had to join,

We had to join old Bevin’s army.

Three quid a week, and bugger all to eat,

Hobnail boots, and blisters on our feet.

We had to join, we had to join,

We had to join old Bevin’s army.

If it wasn’t for the war,

We’d be where we were before,

Bevin, you’re barmy.

 

 

We had to join, we had to join,

 

We had to join old Bevin’s army,

Our number's out the hat,

But we don't know where we're at,

We're going down the mine,

And we have to serve our time,

We had to join, we had to join,

We had to join old Bevin’s army

If it wasn't for the draw,

We'd be off to fight the war,

Bevin you're barmy.

 

We had to join, we had to join,

We had to join old Bevin’s army.

Three quid a week, and bugger all to eat,

Hobnail boots, and blisters on our feet.

We had to join, we had to join,

We had to join old Bevin’s army.

If it wasn’t for the war,

We’d be where we were before,

Bevin, you’re barmy