Sunday WW1 Remembered..

Whilst I was researching Women at Work I came across this enlightening poem

by Madeline Ida Bedford. 

It was written in 1917.

Munition Wages

Earning high wages?

Yus, Five quid a week.

A woman, too, mind you,

I calls it dim sweet.

Ye'are asking some questions –

But bless yer, here goes:

I spends the whole racket

On good times and clothes.

Me saving? Elijah!

Yer do think I'm mad.

I'm acting the lady,

But – I ain't living bad.

I'm having life's good times.

See 'ere, it's like this:

The 'oof come o' danger,

A touch-and-go bizz.

We're all here today, mate,

Tomorrow – perhaps dead,

If Fate tumbles on us

And blows up our shed.

Afraid! Are yer kidding?

With money to spend!

Years back I wore tatters,

Now – silk stockings, mi friend!

I've bracelets and jewellery,

Rings envied by friends;

A sergeant to swank with,

And something to lend.

I drive out in taxis,

Do theatres in style.

And this is mi verdict –

It is jolly worth while.

Worth while, for tomorrow

If I'm blown to the sky,

I'll have repaid mi wages

In death – and pass by.

Female workers at work on munitions in a large factory, working over the Easter holiday - finishing and assembling bullets.

© IWM (Q 110357)

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