I have hated this ugly, bitter, lying, scaremongering referendum from which few people will emerge with any credit.

The late Alan Hull of Lindisfarne wrote a magnificent song called When the War is Over. His lyrics sum up how I feel tonight.

When the war is over, we can be kind again
You can be my lover, I will be your friend
And the drunkard in the gutter, who’s laughing at the moon
Will have whisky and dry ginger, served from a silver spoon.

And the phonies and the cop-outs, the lonelies and the weird
In one single moment will brush away their fears.

When the war is over, no battles to be won or lost,
No one to claim the victory, no one cares to count the cost.

And the children will be the teacher, their lessons will be so clear
To see with open eyes, to hear with open ears
And you will understand me, it’s easy you will find
To reach with open arms, to speak with open mind.

When the war is over, no battles to be won or lost,
No one to claim the victory, no one cares to count the cost.

When the war is, when the war is, when the war is over
When the war is, when the war is, when the war is over
When the war ….