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Visual Arts and Music. Directed by Mrs Elder. The Victorians. Written by J Elder. Food Glorious Food. From Oliver. Food, glorious food! Don’t care what it looks like Burned! Underdone! Crude!. Don’t care what the cook’s like Just thinking of growing fat Our senses go reeling
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Visual Arts and Music Directed by Mrs Elder
The Victorians Written by J Elder
Food Glorious Food From Oliver
Food, glorious food! Don’t care what it looks like Burned! Underdone! Crude!
Don’t care what the cook’s like Just thinking of growing fat Our senses go reeling One moment of knowing that Full-up feeling!
Food, glorious food! What wouldn’t we give for That extra bit more That’s all that we live for
Why should we be fated to Do nothing but brood On food, Marvellous food, Beautiful food, glorious food
Consider yourself at home Consider yourself one of the family We’ve taken to you so strong It’s clear we’re going to get along
Consider yourself well in Consider yourself part of the furniture There isn’t a lot to spare Who cares? Whatever we’ve got we share
If it should chance to be We should see some harder days Empty larder days Why grouse?
Always a chance we’ll meet Somebody to foot the bill Then the drinks are on the house
Consider yourself our mate We don’t want to have no fuss For after some consideration we can state Consider yourself…. One of us!!!
Among the machines, factory machines, We work and slave among the machines factory machines, With steam and oil, Among the machines.
Pistons hissing, dizzy wheels a-spinning, It’s a dirty race you’re never winning If you stop the bosses say you’re sinning,
Lord help us children, factory children, Down among the machines.
On Top of the World The 1830’s, Oh! What a time Britain’s growing reaching her prime We’re the greatest, life is sublime We’re on top of the world
The 1830’s just like a dream Britain’s winning, powered by steam We’ve got jam and lashes of cream We’re on top of the world
We’ve got the cash, We’ve got the power We’ve got the dash Now is our hour
The 1830’s we’re in the pink Chimneys belch their lucrative sink Britain’s launched now, we’ll never sink We’re on top of the, we’re on top of the, We’re on top of the world
Golden days of childhood (echo twice) Tender cherubs we (echo twice) Golden days of childhood (echo twice) Gentle, sweet and free (echo)
It’s no surprise we’re a delicate sight With slender bodies and skins oh so white We’re short of grub and we don’t see much light Golden days, golden days, golden days… Golden days
Now let’s suppose that they’re given clothes Oddments will do but nothing too new Quick as a flash they all make a dash To sell the lot at the corner shop to raise a spot of cash
Oh, heaven preserve us from the working classes When will they learn to do things properly Heaven preserve us from the working classes When will they learn respect for property?
Britain likes little hands ‘Cos little hands had that delicate touch Britain likes little hands “Cos little hands didn’t earn very much She favoured cheap labour Hired the cheapest in town Low ages, low wages She kept her profits up and overheads down
Britain likes little hands ‘Cos little hands did just what they had told Britain likes little hands ‘Cos little hands did just what they were told All quiet, no riot, From those lively young elves Small workers, no shirkers Little children could not stand up for themselves
Who can we trust? You know we must We can’t stand alone Who can we trust? Who can we, who can we, who can we, who can we trust?
Why should we trust? Who says we must? We can stand alone Why should we trust? Why should we, why should we, why should we, why should we trust?
Who can we trust? I know we must, We can’t stand alone Who can we trust? Who can we, who can we, who can we, who can we trust?
Home is where you come from It’s your starting place Where you first try life on It’s your base Sorry if we made you feel that just because you home is poor you couldn’t love it just like we love ours. Sorry if we didn’t realise that while you’re here you count your absence from it by the days and hours.
Together However damp the ceiling However bare the floor You can’t mistake that feeling When you walk through that door Cos’ it’s home
Home is always with you Always in your mind Somewhere you can never Leave behind Sorry if we didn’t understand that where your mum and dad and family are that’s where you want to be, Sorry we were so unkind and said such nasty hurtful things and please accept our deep apology. 2nd time sing Home together