3.  Margret Whiting  Doris Day  The Andrews Sisters  Kay Starr  Lena Horne  Martha Tilton  Lili Marlene  Jane Powell  Vera Lynn  Judy Garland  Ethel Merman  Pearl Bailey  Rosemary Clooney  Edith Piaf  Billie Holliday

4.  Count Basie  Artie Shaw  George Formby  Glenn Miller  Dizzy Gillespie  Cab Calloway  Bing Crosby  Jimmy Dorsey  Flanagan and Allen  Frank Sinatra

5.  Vera Lynn is still alive, she is 91 years old.  Kay Starr is still alive, aged 86 years old.  Margret Whiting is still alive, aged 84. Only a couple more are alive, but there is one mystery that no one can work out.....

6. One dark night, on December the 15 th, Glenn Miller was flying to Paris, when his plane disappeared over the English Channel. No one has found his remains, or found a plane crashed. It’s truly a mystery. Rumours told that he got bombed on the way to France. He could have died that night, or he could still be alive.......

7.  Run Rabbit Run, Flanagan and Allan  We’ll Meet Again, Vera Lynn  There’ll always be an England, Vera Lynn  The White Cliffs of Dover, Vera Lynn  Moonlight Serenade, Glenn Miller  Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, The Andrews Sisters  Run and Coca Cola, The Andrews Sisters  Rule Britannia, not sure.  I did what I could with my gasmask, George Formby

8. On the farm, every Friday On the farm, it's rabbit pie day. So, every Friday that ever comes along, I get up early and sing this little song Chorus Run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run! Bang! Bang! Goes the farmer's gun. Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run. Run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run! Don't give the farmer his fun! Fun! Fun! He'll get by Without his rabbit pie So run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!

9. 1 When Britain first, at Heaven's command Arose from out the azure main; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sang this strain: "Rule, Britannia! rule the waves: "Britons never will be slaves." 2 The nations, not so blest as thee, Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall; While thou shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all. "Rule, Britannia! Rule the waves: "Britons never will be slaves." 3 Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful, from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies, Serves but to root thy native oak. "Rule, Britannia! rule the waves: "Britons never will be slaves." 4 Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame: All their attempts to bend thee down, Will but arouse thy generous flame; But work their woe, and thy renown. "Rule, Britannia! rule the waves: "Britons never will be slaves." 5 To thee belongs the rural reign; Thy cities shall with commerce shine: All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles thine. "Rule, Britannia! rule the waves: "Britons never will be slaves." 6 The Muses, still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair; Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crown'd, And manly hearts to guard the fair. "Rule, Britannia! rule the waves: "Britons never will be slaves."