The songs of the war were vital in keeping the public morale up. A few of the more common lyrics of the period follow cribbed from song sheets from various re-enactment events.

The White Cliffs of Dover

There'll be blue birds over, the white cliffs of Dover,
tomorrow just you wait and see.
There'll be love and laughter, and peace ever after,
tomorrow when the world is free.

The shepherd will tend his sheep,
the valley will bloom again
and Jimmy will go to sleep
in his own little room again.

Siegfried Line

Mother dear, I'm writing you from somewhere in france
hoping this finds you well. Serjeant says I'm doing fine "a soldier and a half".
Here's a song we'll all sing it'll make you laugh.
We're going to hang out the washing on the Siegfried Line
have you any dirty washing Mother dear?
We're going to hang out the washing on the Siegfried Line
cause the washing day is here.
Whether the weather may be wet or fine
we'll just rub along without a care.
We're going to hang out the washing on the Siegfried Line
if the Siegfried Lines still there.

This is the Army Mr. Jones

This is the army Mr Jones,
no private rooms or telephones,
you had your breakfast in bed before,
but you wont have it there anymore.

This is the army Mr Green,
we like the barracks nice and clean,
you had a housemaid to clean your floor,
but she wont help you out anymore.

Do what the buglers command
they're in the army not in a band.

This is the army Mr Brown,
you and your baby went to town,
she had you worried but this is war,
and she wont worry you anymore.

Roll out the Barrel

Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun,
Roll out the barrel, we've got the blues on the run,
Sing boom TA RA RA,
Ring out a song of good cheer,
Now's the time to roll the barrel,
for the gangs all here.

Run Rabbit Run

Run rabbit run rabbit run run run,
Run rabbit run rabbit run run run,
Bang bang bang bang goes the farmer's gun,
Run rabbit run rabbit run run run run.

Run rabbit run rabbit run run run,
Don't give the farmer his fun fun fun,
He'll get by without his rabbit pie,
So run rabbit run rabbit run run run.

There'll always be an England

There'll always be an England, while there's a country lane,
where ever there's a cottage small beside a field of grain.
There'll always be an England, while there's a busy street,
where ever there's a turning wheel a million marching feet.

Red white and blue, what does it mean to you?
Surely you're proud, shout it loud, Britons awake.
The Empire to, we can depend on you,
Freedom remains, these are the chains, nothing can break.

There'll always be an England and England shall be free,
If England means as much to you, as England means to me.