Oh Daughter, dear Daughter,
Take warning from me
And don't you go marching
With the C-N-D.
For they'll rock you and roll you
And shove you into bed.
And if they steal your nuclear secret
You'll wish you were dead.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Oh Mother, dear Mother,
I'm not afraid.
For I'll go on that march
And I'll return a maid.
With a brick in my handbag
And a scowl on my face
And barbed wire in my underwear
To shed off disgrace.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
But as they were marching
A young man came by
With a beard on his chin
And a gleam in his eye.
And before she had time
To remember her brick...
They were holding a sit-down
On a neighboring hayrick.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Now once at the briefing
She'd heard a man say,
"Go perfectly limp,
And be carried away."
So when this chap suggested
It was time she was kissed,
She remembered her briefing
And did not resist.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Oh meeting is pleasure
And parting is pain.
I don't need to sing
All that folk stuff again.
Oh Mother, dear Mother
I'm stiff and I'm sore
From sleeping three nights
On a hard classroom floor.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Now mother, don't flap
There's no need for distress
That marcher has left me
His name and address.
And if we win
Though a baby there be,
He won't have to march
Like his da-da and me.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Take warning from me
And don't you go marching
With the C-N-D.
For they'll rock you and roll you
And shove you into bed.
And if they steal your nuclear secret
You'll wish you were dead.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Oh Mother, dear Mother,
I'm not afraid.
For I'll go on that march
And I'll return a maid.
With a brick in my handbag
And a scowl on my face
And barbed wire in my underwear
To shed off disgrace.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
But as they were marching
A young man came by
With a beard on his chin
And a gleam in his eye.
And before she had time
To remember her brick...
They were holding a sit-down
On a neighboring hayrick.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Now once at the briefing
She'd heard a man say,
"Go perfectly limp,
And be carried away."
So when this chap suggested
It was time she was kissed,
She remembered her briefing
And did not resist.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Oh meeting is pleasure
And parting is pain.
I don't need to sing
All that folk stuff again.
Oh Mother, dear Mother
I'm stiff and I'm sore
From sleeping three nights
On a hard classroom floor.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Now mother, don't flap
There's no need for distress
That marcher has left me
His name and address.
And if we win
Though a baby there be,
He won't have to march
Like his da-da and me.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
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