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We were just kids when the war was on
Me our Betty and our John
Our brother Bill was fighting away
So we never saw him for many a day.

My dad was a miner and worked down the pit
He had a rocking chair where he would sit
He would fall asleep while sitting there
We didn’t wake him we didn’t dare
But when it got to seven on the dot
He would get himself ready and go for a pot
He liked to go to the legion club
He’d rather go there than to any other pub.

My mum would be busy all day long
And would tell us off if we did something wrong
She did the washing with a board and a tub
And gave the clothes a real good scrub
She always made dinner though there wasn’t much meat
Sometimes we’d have pudding just for a treat.

It was hard for mums in the war years
Sometimes you would see them nearly in tears
For there wasn’t much food in the shops
If you were lucky you would get some chops
You couldn’t buy clothes or new shoes
Everything you heard was very bad news
Our mum looked after us very well
Always made us better when we fell
Always made us laugh when we were sad
So life you see wasn’t so bad.

We’d go to school in the snow and the rain
We’d get soaked through but didn’t complain
See we were happy with our lot
We appreciated what we got
We would listen to the wireless later at night
The man in black would give us a fright
The music they played would make us dance
We would have stayed up if we’d had the chance.

The war went on year after year
When it was over we gave a big cheer
The mums gave a party all down the street
We couldn’t have had a better treat
You see you don’t need much to make you glad
Because you don’t miss what you never had.

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