Songs

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Songs

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Words for a number of songs including our outhouse, the foggy, foggy dew, the bomb aimers lament, three old ladies, teeny-weeny bomb, the wingco's OBE.

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Five page handwritten document

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IBCC Digital Archive

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“OUR OUTHOUSE”.

OH PLEASE DON’T BURN OUR OUTHOUSE DOWN
MOTHER HAS PROMISED TO PAY.
FATHERS’ AWAY ON THE OCEAN WAVE
SISTERS’ IN EVERYONES WAY.
BROTHER DEAR IS FEELING QUEER
AND TIMES ARE VERY HARD
SO PLEASE DON’T BURN OUR OUTHOUSE DOWN
OR WE’LL ALL HAVE TO SLEEP IN THE YARD.

“THE FOGGY, FOGGY DEW”

WHEN I WAS A YOUNG MAN I LIVED ALL ALONE
& I PLIED THE WEAVERS TRADE.
THE ONLY ONLY THING I EVER DID WRONG
WAS TO WOO A FAIR YOUNG MAID.
I WOOED HER IN THE SUMMER TIME, PART OF THE WINTER TOO
AND THE ONLY ONLY THING I EVER DID WRONG
WAS TO SAVE HER FROM THE FOGGY FOGGY DEW.

ONE NIGHT AS I LAY FAST ASLEEP SHE CAME TO MY BEDSIDE
SHE LAYED [sic] HER HEAD UPON MY CHEST & THEN SHE SOFTLY CRIED.
SHE WEPT, SHE SIGHED, SHE DAMN NEAR DIED
SHE SAID “WHAT SHALL I DO?”
SO I TOOK HER IN TO BED & I COVERED UP HER HEAD
JUST TO SAVE HER FROM THE FOGGY FOGGY DEW.

A BACHELOR STILL AM I & I LIVE WITH MY SON
& WE PLY THE WEAVERS TRADE
AND EVERY TIME THAT I LOOK IN TO MY LADDIES EYES
I’M MINDED OF THE SUMMER TIME, PART OF THE WINTER TOO
AND OF THE MANY MANY TIMES THAT I HELD HER IN MY ARMS
JUST TO SAVE HER FROM THE FOGGY FOGGY DEW

[page break]

“THE BOMB AIMERS LAMENT”

WE ARE THE ROYAL AIR FORCE
NO BLOOMIN’ GOOD ARE WE.
WE’D RATHER DRINK IN NOTTINGHAM
THAT FIGHT FOR LIBERTY
AND EVERY SECOND FRIDAY
WHEN FOR OUR PAY WE FIGHT
PER ARDUA AD ASTRA
BLESS YOU JACK I’M ALRIGHT.

WE’VE DEVASTED [sic] HAMBURG
WE’VE BLASTED DOWN THE RHUR [sic]
WE’VE DROPPED OUR BOMBS ON BERLIN
BUT ADOLF WASN’T THERE
AND IF WE’RE NOT UNLUCKY
WE’LL GIVE THE BLIGHTER WORSE
BUT IF WE CATCH A PACKET
WE’LL GET A BLOOMIN GREAT HEARSE.

THEN IN THAT HEAVENLY OPS ROOM
SAINT PETER WILL INQUIRE
“DID YOU CAUSE AN EXPLOSION
OR START A BLOOMIN GREAT FIRE?”
AND THEN WE’LL DREAM OF BOOZE-UPS
AND DAYS OF LONG GONE BY.
AND CUSS THOSE STUPID BLIGHTERS
WHO TAUGHT US HOW TO FLY.

[page break]

“THREE OLD LADIES” TUNE – SO LONG AT THE FAIR.

CHORUS. OH DEAR WHAT A CALAMITY
THREE OLD LADIES LOCKED IN THE LAVATORY
THEY WERE THERE FROM MONDAY TO SATURDAY
AND NOBODY KNEW THEY WERE THERE.

THE FIRST LADY’S NAME WAS PENELOPE PORTER
SHE WAS THE BISHOP OF CHICHESTERS DAUGHTER
SHE WENT IN THERE TO GET RID OF SOME WATER
AND NOBODY KNEW SHE WAS THERE.

CHORUS.

THE SECOND ONES NAME WAS ELIZABETH HUMPHREY
SHE WENT IN THERE JUST TO MAKE HERSELF COMFY
BUT WHEN SHE HAD DONE SHE COULD NOT GET HER BUM FREE
AND NOBODY KNEW SHE WAS THERE.

CHORUS.

THE THIRD LADIES NAME WAS MISS ABIGAIL BENDER
SHE WENT IN THERE TO ADJUST HER SUSPENDER
BUT IT GOT CAUGHT UP IN HER FEMININE GENDER
AND NOBODY KNEW SHE WAS THERE.

CHORUS.

[page break]

“TEENY-WEENY BOMB” TUNE – JOHN BROWNS BODY.

WE WERE FLYING FLYING FORTRESSES AT FORTY THOUSAND FEET.
WE WERE FLYING FLYING FORTRESSES AT FORTY THOUSAND FEET.
WE WERE FLYING FLYING FORTRESSES AT FORTY THOUSAND FEET.
BUT WE’VE ONLY GOT A TEENY-WEENY BOMB!

CHORUS:- GLORY, GLORY SHALL WE DROP IT?
GLORY, GLORY SHALL WE DROP IT?
GLORY, GLORY SHALL WE DROP IT?
SHALL WE DROP OUR TEENY-WEENY BOMB?

WE DON’T DO NAVIGATION WE JUST FOLLOW THE GUY IN FRONT.
WE DON’T DO NAVIGATION WE JUST FOLLOW THE GUY IN FRONT.
WE DON’T DO NAVIGATION WE JUST FOLLOW THE GUY IN FRONT.
AND WE’VE ONLY GOT A TEENY-WEENY BOMB!

CHORUS.

WE’VE TONS OF ARMOUR PLATED WE’VE GOT FLAK SUITS BY THE SCORE.
WE’VE TONS OF ARMOUR PLATED WE’VE GOT FLAK SUITS BY THE SCORE.
WE’VE TONS OF ARMOUR PLATED WE’VE GOT FLAK SUITS BY THE SCORE.
COS WE’VE ONLY GOT A TEENY-WEENY BOMB!

CHORUS.

WE’VE GOT LOTS OF FIGHTER ESCORT WE’VE GOT SPITS & MUSTANGS TOO.
WE’VE GOT LOTS OF FIGHTER ESCORT WE’VE GOT SPITS & MUSTANGS TOO.
WE’VE GOT LOTS OF FIGHTER ESCORT WE’VE GOT SPITS & MUSTANGS TOO.
STILL WE’VE ONLY GOT A TEENY-WEENY BOMB.

CHORUS.

WE’VE LOADS OF AMMUNITION & WE BRISTLE WITH POINT FIVES
WE’VE LOADS OF AMMUNITION & WE BRISTLE WITH POINT FIVES
WE’VE LOADS OF AMMUNITION & WE BRISTLE WITH POINT FIVES
COS WE’VE ONLY GOT A TEENY-WEENY BOMB!

CHORUS.

WE WERE FLYING FLYING FORTRESSES AT FORTY THOUSAND FEET
WE WERE FLYING FLYING FORTRESSES AT FORTY THOUSAND FEET
WE’VE LOADS OF AMMUNITION & A TEENY-WEENY BOMB
AND WE’VE DROPPED THE THING SO FLAMING HIGH WE DON’T KNOW WHERE IT’S GONE!

[page break]

“THE WINGCO’S OBE” TUNE LILI MARLENE.

BELTING DOWN THE RUNWAY THROTTLES OPEN WIDE
SECOND DICKY’S FAST ASLEEP – HE’S JUST COME FOR THE RIDE.
WE SOON LEAVE THE FLARE-PATH FAR BEHIND
ITS’ DARK UP HERE BUT WE DON’T MIND
WE’RE PRESSING ON REGARDLESS FOR THE WINGCOS OBE.

FLYING O’ER THE COASTLINE FAR OUT TO SEA
SKIPPER DOES HIS CHECKS JUST TO SEE SHE’S FLYING FREE.
THE NAVIGATOR TAKES A FIX
THE WIRELESS OP RECORDS HIS DITS
WE’RE PRESSING ON REGARDLESS FOR THE WINGCOS OBE

FLYING ON A COURSE THAT BRINGS TIN FIGHTERS NEAR
MID-UPPER GUNNER SAYS ”SKIP THERES’ SOMETHING HERE”
THE REAR GUNNER DOESN’T SEE A THING
THE TRACER WHIPS ABOVE THE WING
BUT WE’RE PRESSING ON REGARDLESS FOR THE WINGCOS OBE.

NOW WE’RE ON THE TARGET GOT IT IN THE SIGHT
A LITTLE TO THE LEFT, A LITTLE TO THE RIGHT
THE SEARCHLIGHTS THEY COME MIGHTY NEAR
THE FLAKS QUITE THICK BUT WE DON’T CARE
WE’RE PRESSING ON REGARDLESS FOR THE WINGCOS OBE.

BACK IN TO DE-BRIEFING WHAT A BLOOMIN’ NIGHT
“DID YOU SEE THE TARGET – ARE YOU SURE IT WAS IN SIGHT?”
THE CHAIRBORN BRIGADE BEGIN TO BIND
ITS DAMNED UNFAIR BUT WE DON’T MIND
WE’RE PRESSING ON REGARDLESS FOR THE WINGCOS OBE.

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“Songs,” IBCC Digital Archive, accessed June 26, 2022, https://ibccdigitalarchive.lincoln.ac.uk/omeka/collections/document/36247.

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