"Do you mind a question? Please sir, stay What was life like in the olden days?" "Long ago, ago, ago, ago before the war" "Contractors to Her Majesty's Government we were Dealers in honest trade, aye There were some mighty queer folk about, But most were honest workers and knew their place I was a skilled craftsman, mark you The work was hard and the hours, they were long Ah, but there was a maiden And her name was Marjorie Long black hair she had like a gypsy And the prettiest smile I've ever seen And I called her an angel And I was right, she was Then there was the war The war... Forging a pathway for freedom Using resources we need them Though our foes are human beings We stand between them And the life we do condone Shipped out to Belgium to stop them Plastered and shelled them But lost ground Bombs and rockets, V2s over London city And the world at their command And back in Yeadon, Marjorie Stood beneath a factory I was assured she felt no pain Withdrawn from Dunkirk in cruisers Who cares says I, we're all losers No-one wins – both sides the victims of our nature May the future learn And back in Yeadon, Marjorie Died beneath the factory A Messerschmidt her destiny You who think the rest are wrong And stand so tall and feel so strong Please be sure that you yourselves are not mistaken For the future won't be long"