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This is a song we used to sing during the war years about rationing. Butter was especially short!

Chorus:
Everybody pinches my butter,
They won't leave my butter alone,
And nothing is better than butter,
For keeping the old man at home.
Everybody says I'm old-fashioned
To sit on the things that are rationed.
You can pinch all my ham,
And my plum and apple jam,
But please leave my butter alone.

Verse:
I've got a nice friendly face,
I think you'll agree,
But folk are always popping in to have a cuppa tea,
You may think I'm old-fashioned,
When I argue and shout,
But it's not wars and politics I worry about.

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