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The government said we’d be evacuated,
In the autumn of nineteen thirty-nine.
It was ‘cos of a fella called Hitler,
Dad said he was a rotten swine.

So they sent us off to Southport,
Two days before September Three.
On a leccy train from Bootle,
Me Mam. Me brothers, and me.

They gave us a bag of rations,
Chocolate, Biscuits and Corned Beef.
Us kids thought it was brilliant,
But mother seemed full of grief.

We passed lots of green fields,
In which there were cows and sheep.
But, is that a tear in our mam’s eyes,
Why is she starting to weep?

Why is our mam so upset?
We were too young to understand.
To us it was an adventure,
We were off to a foreign land.

Soon we were all in Southport,
Us and all of our, schoolmates.
Walking in an orderly fashion,
Through, the big station gates.

Next onto a red and cream bus,
Driven to an old church hall.
And there was the billeting officer,
Waiting to welcome us.

He had to keep families togther,
That was government policy you see.
So we spent four long years in Southport,
Me man, me brothers and me.

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