Wartime Medley

I'm gonna get lit up when the lights go up in London, 
I'm gonna get lit up as I've never been before.
 You will find me on the tiles
You will find me wreathed in smiles.
I'm gonna get so lit up I'll be visible for miles. 
The city will sit up when the lights go up in London. 
We'll all be lit up as the Strand was only more, much more.
And before the plot is played out
They will fetch the Fire Brigade out
To the lit-test up-est scene you ever saw. 

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Let the people sing, sing like anything
Any sort of song they choose.
Let the people sing, let the welkin ring
Anything to kill the blues 

Find a merry song to cheer them
Tell them that I long to hear them. 
When things all go wrong, you will find a song
Welcome as a breath of Spring, 
Therefore let the people sing 

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Bless 'em all! Bless 'em all!
The long and the short and the tall;
Bless all the sergeants and double-u-o-ones, 
Bless all those Corporals and their blinkin' sons, 
Cos' we're saying goodbye to 'em all.
And back to their billets they crawl,
You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, 
So cheer up, my lads bless 'em all. 
Nobody knows what a twerp you’ve been,
So cheer up, my lads, bless ‘em all! 

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Kiss me goodnight, Sergeant Major, 
Tuck me in my little wooden bed.
We all love you, Sergeant Major, 
When we hear you bawling, "Show a leg!" 
Don't forget to wake me in the morning, 
And bring me 'round a nice hot cup of tea.
Kiss me goodnight, Sergeant Major
Sergeant Major, be a mother to me. 

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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,
‘Cos 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 Line's still there. 

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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, 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. 

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Sing as we go and let the world go by. 
Singing a song, we march along the highway. 
Say goodbye to sorrow,
There's always tomorrow to think of today.
Sing as we go, although the skies are grey. 
Beggar or king, you've got to sing a gay tune. 
A song and a smile make it right worthwhile
So sing, as we go along 

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See what the boys in the backroom will have, 
And tell them I'm having the same.
Go see what the boys in the backroom will have,
And give them the poison they name.
And when I die, don't spend my money
On flowers and my picture in a frame.
Just see what the boys in the backroom will have, 
And tell them I sighed,
And tell them I cried,
And tell them I died of the same. 

And when I die, don't pay the preacher
For speaking of my glory and my fame
Just see what the boys in the backroom will have, 
And tell them I sighed,
And tell them I cried,
And tell them I died of the same 

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Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word over there
That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming
The drums rum-tumming everywhere.
So prepare, say a prayer,
Send the word, send the word to beware -
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't come back till it's over, over there. 

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Pardon me, boy, is that the Chattanooga choo choo? 
Track twenty-nine, boy, you can gimme a shine
I can afford to board a Chattanooga choo choo
I've got my fare and just a trifle to spare 

You leave the Pennsylvania Station 'bout a quarter to four,
Read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore, 
Dinner in the diner
Nothing could be finer
Than to have your ham n' eggs in Carolina. 
When you hear the whistle blowin' eight to the bar
Then you know that Tennessee is not very far, 
Shovel all the coal in,
Gotta keep it rollin'
Woo, woo, Chattanooga there you are. 

There's gonna be a certain party at the station
Satin and lace I used to call "funny face" 
She's gonna cry until I tell her that I'll never roam, 
So Chattanooga choo choo
won't you choo-choo me home? 

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Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, NO NO NO! 
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marching home. 

Don't go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me, 
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, NO NO NO! 
Don't go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me
 Till I come marching home. 

I just got word from a guy who heard
From the guy next door to me, 
That a girl he met just loves to pet,
And it fits you to a "T".
So don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marching home. 

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That certain night, the night we met
There was magic abroad in the air, 
There were angels dining at the Ritz,
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.
I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I'm perfectly willing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. 

The moon that lingered over London town, 
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown. 
How could he know we two were so in love? 
The whole darn world seemed upside down. 
The streets of town were paved with stars; 
It was such a romantic affair.
And, as we kissed and said 'goodnight',
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. 

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London Pride has been handed down to us.
London Pride is a flower that's free. 
London Pride means our own dear town to us. 
And our pride it forever will be. 

Woa Liza, see the coster barrows, 
Vegetable marrows and the fruit piled high.
Woa Liza, little London sparrows, 
Covent Garden Market where the costers cry.
 
Cockney feet mark the beat of history.
Ev'ry street pins a memory down. 
Nothing ever can quite replace
The grace of London Town. 

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Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition,
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition, 
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition, 
And we'll all stay free!
Praise the Lord and swing into position,
Can't afford to be a politician, 
Praise the Lord, we're all between perdition
And the deep blue sea! 

Yes, the sky pilot said it;
You’ve gotta give him credit
For a son-of-a-gun of a gunner was he.

Shouting Praise the Lord, we're on a mighty mission! 
All aboard, we’re not a-goin' fishin'
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
And we'll all stay free 

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Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you? (x2)
If the words sound queer and funny to your ear,
A little bit jumbled and jivey,
Sing "Mares eat oats and does eat oats And little lambs eat ivy. " 
Oh, mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you? 

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Underneath the lantern
By the barrack gate,
Darling I remember
The way you used to wait;
'Twas there that you whispered tenderly, 
That you loved me, 
You'd always be
My Lili of the lamplight
My own Lili Marlene.

Time would come for roll call,
Time for us to part ,
Darling I'd caress you
And press you to my heart;
And there ‘neath that far off lantern light, 
I'd hold you tight,
We'd kiss “Good-night”
My Lili of the lamplight
My own Lili Marlene 

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It's a long way to Tipperary, 
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Tipperary, 
To the sweetest girl I know! 
Goodbye Piccadilly, 
Farewell, Leicester Square, 
It's a long, long way to Tipperary, 
But my heart's right there! 

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Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
While you've a lucifer to light your fag. 
Smile, boys, that's the style.
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worthwhile.
So, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile. 

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Wish me luck, as you wave me goodbye
Cheerio, here I go on my way. 
Wish me luck, as you wave me goodbye
With a cheer, not a tear, make it gay. 
Give me a smile, I can keep all the while, 
In my heart while I'm away.
Till we meet once again you and I, 
Wish me luck, as you wave me goodbye. 

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There'll always be an England
While there's a country lane. 
Wherever there's a cottage small beside a field of grain. 
There'll always be an England
While there's a busy street; 
Wherever 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 aloud, Britons awake,
The Empire too, 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. 

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Keep the home fires burning, 
While your hearts are yearning, 
Though your lads are far away they dream of home; 
There's a silver lining
Through the dark cloud shining, 
Turn the dark cloud inside out, till the boys come home. 

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There'll be bluebirds 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.
There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover, 
Tomorrow, just you wait and see. 

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Land of hope and glory, mother of the free, 
How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee? 
Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set; 
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet, 
God, who made thee might, make thee mightier yet. 

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We'll meet again don't know where, don't know when, 
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day. 
Keep smilin' through just like you always do,
Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away. 

So will you please say hello to the folks that I know, 
Tell them I won't be long.
They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go
I was singing this song.
We'll meet again don't know where, don't know when, 
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day.