WW2 parody from memory - learned from MacColl

That lovely night, the night we met, There were whistling bombs in the air; No bankers dining at the Ritz And the refugees slept in Berkely Square.

It may be right, it may be wrong, But the newspapers say it's no lie; The rich mens' children sailed away And left all the workers' kids to die.

Would agree with Stringsinger's choice, though Ludlow is neck-and-neck with Deportees IMO Jim Carroll