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70. Ban Ban Ban the Bloody H-bomb (to the tune of John Brown's Body)

To hell with all the humbug and to hell with all the lies
To hell with all the strontium continuing to rise
To hell with all the Charlies with a gift for compromise
If they won't ban the H-bomb now
[Chorus]


Ban ban ban the bloody H-bomb
Ban ban ban the bloody H-bomb
Ban ban ban the bloody H-bomb
If you want to stay alive next week
Macmillan and the Tories are out to wait and see
They think the great deterrent will secure the victory
I don't know if they scare the reds, by god they frighten me
If they won't ban the H-bomb now
[Chorus]
Gaitskill's labour party are preparing for a sell
They want to get the votes and keep the atom bomb as well
But strontium will send us all to shovel coal in hell
If we don't ban the H-bomb now
[Chorus]
Now half of them are barmy and half of them are blind
They've all been talking far too long, its time they all resigned
And the way to shift a donkey is to wallop its behind
So we're going to ban the H-bomb now
[Chorus]
We're going to stop the loonies and preserve the human race
We're going to save our country ‘cause we love the dear old place
We might have to stuff a rocket up the rocket builder's base
But we're going to ban the H-bomb now
[Chorus]
Somewhere in the States they've got a button painted red
If anybody sits on it we'll all of us be dead
Meanwhile a million children are waiting to be fed
So we're going to ban the H-bomb now
[Chorus]

71. The H-bomb's Thunder
Don't you here the H-bomb's thunder
Echo like the crack of doom
While they rend the skies asunder
Fall-out makes the world a tomb
Do you want your home to tumble
Rise in smoke towards the sky
Will you let your cities crumble
Will you see your children die
[Chorus]
Men and women stand together
Do not heed the men of war
Make your minds up now or never
Ban the bomb for ever more
Tell the leaders of the nations
Make the whole wide world take heed
Poison from the radiations
Strikes at every race and creed
Time is short, we must be speedy
We can see the hungry filled
House the homeless, help the needy
Shall we blast or shall we build
[Chorus]

72. Ding Dong Dollar (to the tune of She'll be Coming Round the Mountain)
[Chorus]
Oh ye canna spend a dollar when you're dead
Oh ye canna spend a dollar when you're dead
Singing ding dong dollar, everybody holler
Oh ye canna spend a dollar when you're dead
Oh the Yanks have just dropped anchor in Dunoon
And they've had their civic welcome from th'toon
As they marched the measured mile
Bonnie Mary of Argyll
Was a-wearing spangled drawers beneath her goon
But the Glasgow moderator doesn't mind
In fact he thinks the Yanks are awful kind
If its heaven that you're going
It's a quicker way than rowing
And there's sure to be nobody left behind

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73. One Man's Hands
One man's hands can't break a prison down
Two men's hands can't break a prison down
But if two and two and fifty make a million
We'll see that day come round
We'll see that day come round
One man's voice can't shout to make them hear
Two men's voices can't shout to make them hear
But if two and two and fifty make a million
We'll see that day come round
We'll see that day come round
One man's strength can't break the colour bar
Two men's strength can't break the colour bar
But if two and two and fifty make a million
We'll see that day come round
We'll see that day come round
One man's strength can't make the union roll
Two men's strength can't make the union roll
But if two and two and fifty make a million
We'll see that day come round
We'll see that day come round
One man's feet can't walk around the land
Two men's feet can't walk around the land
But if two and two and fifty make a million
We'll see that day come round
We'll see that day come round
One man's eyes can't see the way ahead
Two men's eyes can't see the way ahead
But if two and two and fifty make a million
We'll see that day come round
We'll see that day come round
 
74. Monster in the Loch
Och, och, there's a monster in the loch
A monster in the loch, a monster in the loch
Och, och, there's a monster in the loch
And we dinna want Polaris
Och, och, we're off to holy loch
Off to holy loch, off to holy loch
Och, och we're off to holy loch
And we dinna want Polaris
The USA are giving the subs away
Giving the subs away, giving the subs away
The USA are giving the subs away
And we dinna want Polaris
Take them away, papa LBJ
Papa LBJ, papa LBJ
Take them away, papa LBJ
And we dinna want Polaris
Send the whole damn show up the Alamo
Up the Alamo, up the Alamo
Send the whole damn show up the Alamo
We dinna want Polaris
Suicide to have them in the Clyde
Have them in the Clyde, have them in the Clyde
Suicide to have them in the Clyde
And we dinna want Polaris
 
Two Songs from World War 1
75. If you want to find the colonel
I know where he is, I know where he is, I know where he is

Hanging another medal on his chestI saw him, I saw him
Hanging another medal on his chestI saw him, I saw him
Hanging another medal on his chest
If you want to know where the captain is
I know where he is, I know where he is, I know where he is
Going away on seven days leaveI saw him, I saw him
Going away on seven days leaveI saw him, I saw him
Going away on seven days leave
If you want to know where the sergeant is
I know where he is, I know where he is, I know where he is
Eating up the company's grubI saw him, I saw him
Eating up the company's grubI saw him, I saw him
Eating up the company's grub
If you want to know where the corporal is
I know where he is, I know where he is, I know where he is
Drunk upon the dugout floorI saw him, I saw him
Drunk upon the dugout floorI saw him, I saw him
Drunk upon the dugout floor
If you want to know where the private is
I know where he is, I know where he is, I know where he is
Hanging on the old barbed wireI saw him, I saw him
Hanging on the old barbed wireI saw him, I saw him
Hanging on the old barbed wire
 
76. I don't want to join the army
I don't want to go to war
I just want to hang around Piccadilly Underground
Living off the earnings of a high class lady
I don't want a bayonet up my arsehole
I don't want my bollocks shot away
I want to stay in England, merry, merry England
And fornicate my bleeding life away
 
77. Why do you believe in peace...Why? (by Amira Bashir)(Amira lives in Gaza, Palestine. She and her family are under constant attack from Israeli settlers who have been trying to force them from their land for several years.)
Why do you believe in peace...Why?
Because peace is the sky
Where we can all flylive, and enjoy our time
Because the baby and the child
have to work and try to stop the pain and cry
Because the sons of Abraham
have to work and try to stop
the massacre and the crime
Because with peace we can fly
like the bird in the sky
Have you known why? If not, here is the sky
So let's never be terrified of stopping the crisis
but let it be terrified of killing our lives
All the world and his wife just cannot deny
that peace is the sky where we all can fly
So choose either being high in the sky or
oh dear, in the wind's eye

78. Progress... (by Pat Arrowsmith)
Science is a two-edged sword
Millions the world over now are cured
Of disability, disease
We speed from continent to continent with ease
Enjoy instant water, light and heat
Some parched, starving people get relief
Our labs, observatories, computers
Help us discern the bounds of space
Even a second universe
Fathom the very source of life
Ingredients of brain and mind
But beware, the ultimate disaster
May lie in wait around the corner
Carelessness, stupidity or greed
May mean we use our graphs, equations
Observations, calculations
To pollute the Earth; even breed
Cloned monsters who may well displace us
Decimate countless other species
Invent diabolical devices
That surely will infect, irradiate
Slowly poison and debilitate
Then ineluctably destroy us
Devastate our fragile planet
 
79. Pledge for Justice (by Gordon Gleeson)
Let me be strong, healthy and gay
To fight injustice my particular way
May the world's poverty totally dismay
So I may fight for a better way
May I always be sensible
That the poverty of man is quenchable
Every denizen flowering potential
Distance of rich from destitute detestable
May I with intelligence, talents
Help redress poverty's imbalance
Help alleviate sickness, handicaps
Nationally and in distant habitats
May I reject the set up that is
And struggle for Global justice
Contra, dominative tyrannies
Liberty, Peace as praxis
 
80. Fight War Instead (by Gordon Gleeson)
Don't mourn the Dead
Fight war instead
Awful bloodshed
That the Brave foughtIn war were caught
By rulers wrought
That Youth should die
And mothers cry
For Power's lie
Don't mourn the Dead
Fight war instead
For Life has fled
Warfare kills men
Women children
Kind men kill them
Drags you down low
Eats up your soul
Makes friend now foe
Don't mourn the Dead
Fight war instead
Starts in your head
Duty Hate's tool
It makes you cruel

So they may rule
Slaughter gory
Makes our story
That's no glory
 
81. Universal Soldier (by Buffy Sainte - Marie)
He's fighting for Canada, he's fighting for France
He's fighting for the USA
And he's fighting for the Russians, and he's fighting for Japan
And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way
He's fighting for democracy, he's fighting for the reds
He says it's for the peace of us all
He's the one who must decide who is to live or is to die
And he never sees the writing on the wall
But without him how could Hitler have condemned
them at Dachau
Without him Caesar would have stood alone
He's the one who gives his body as a weapon of the war
And without him all this killing can't go on
 
82. The Peat-Bog Soldiers
Far and wide as the eye can wander
Heath and bog are everywhere
Not a bird sings out to cheer us
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare
[Chorus]
We are the peat-bog soldiers
We're marching with our spades
To the moor
Up and down the guards are pacing
No one, no one, can go through
Flight would mean a sure death facing
Guns and barbed wire greet our view
[Chorus ]

But for us there's no complaining
Winter will in time be past
One day we shall cry rejoicing
Homeland dear, you're mine at last
Then will the peat-bog soldiers
March no more with their spades
To the moor