Verse 1 A shilling’s worth of meat to make our dinners,
And only a single ounce of cheese.
Four ounce of bacon, two ounce of tea,
That works out at twenty cups of tea a week.
I’d really like to have a chocolate biscuit,
But there isn’t any chocolate anywhere!
Eight ounce of sugar and two ounce of jam
Are the nearest things to sweets we have today.

Verse 2 The one thing we have to make us grateful,
Is the little bit of food we have to eat.
All of it rationed on a little sheet,
It’s not an awful lot to last a week.
It’s enough though to keep our spirits flying,
With our fathers and our brothers off at war.
We’ll brave the bombing, weather the storm,
’Til our fathers and our brothers come on home

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Verse 3 The one thing we have to make us grateful,
Is the little bit of food we have to eat.
All of it rationed on a little sheet,
It’s not an awful lot to last a week.
It’s enough though to keep our spirits flying,
With our fathers and our brothers off at war.
We’ll brave the bombing, weather the storm,
’Til our fathers and our brothers come on home
We’ll brave the bombing, weather the storm,
’Til our fathers and our brothers come on home