Oh, daughter, dear daughter, take a warning from me,
and don't you go marching with the young CND.
For they'll rock you and roll you and shove you into bed,
and if they steal your nuclear secrets, you'll wish you were dead,
singing to Raleigh, ooh, Raleigh, ooh, Raleigh.
Oh, mother, dear mother, I am 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 head off disgrace,
singing to Raleigh, ooh, Raleigh, ooh, Raleigh.
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 neighbouring hayrick,
singing to Raleigh, ooh, Raleigh, ooh, Raleigh.
Now once at the briefing she 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,
singing to Raleigh, ooh, Raleigh, ooh, Raleigh, eh.
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 stiff,
I'm sore from sleeping three nights
on a hard classroom floor,
singing to Raleigh, ooh, Raleigh, ooh, Raleigh, eh.
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 dada and me,
singing,
singing to Raleigh, ooh, Raleigh, ooh, Raleigh, eh.