Lizzie Shirley singer and songwriter,  music and singing leader,  drama teacher and workshop leader, song arranger, actor, comedian and published poet.

Scotsman …’sings as sweetly as anyone in Edinburgh’

Time Out …’equally talented in both arts…a rare and ringing voice’.

5 Stars …’a blithe acoustic stance…utterly lovely’

South London Press : …’highly recommended’ …’a born performer’.



Available for performances of a political/Socialist set of radical songs, (including Brecht, anti-nuclear, Leon Rosselson, etc) In a performance called 'Sing and Survive'. with accompanist on piano.

And for performances as singer/songwriter - including political and social comment songs, love songs, and quirky fun songs.






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When This Virus War is Over (To the tune of ‘When This Bloody War is Over, from ‘O What a Lovely war’) by Lizzie Shirley (

When this virus war is over
Workers wave goodbye to food banks,
There will be no zero hour contracts,
And everyone will earn a proper wack.
There will be no homeless people,
No humans lying in the street.
All will have a lovely council home,
And healthy meals to eat.

Children won’t go to school hungry,
On their work they will fully concentrate.
Teachers won’t be overworked and grumpy,
Now that all the kids participate.
There will be cash for school resources,
No Academies their havoc will wreak.
Schools will afford supply teachers,
And fully open 5 days a week.

We’ll bring back bursaries for nurses,
We’ll train new doctors galore,
We’ll do away with outsourcing,
And hospital workers won’t be poor.
The NHS’s still loved by everyone,
We won’t sell it off stealthily.
Back to being fully nationalised,
No more stealing it by the wealthy.

The Tories have made this crisis worse,
This tardy government is a con,
No more people dead by their mishandling,
Profiteering for their mates is simply wrong.
For years they have been incompetent,
Not investing, but ripping us off.
Now the scales tip in our favour,
And nobody again will be a TOFF.

Harrow and Eaton will both close down,
Their privileges will all go down the drain.
They will stop thinking they are superior,
We’ll tax them for Corona, they will pay.
We owe them absolutely nothing,
Their privilege is sick and out of date.
We will be working for each other,
Together we will all seize the day.

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