The Bevin Boys’ Song

(Sung to the tune of ‘Way down Dixie’)

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,
Hob-nailed 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 bloody barmy!