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D-Day Dodgers

(To the tune of "Lili Marlene")

 

Note - This song was written by some soldiers of the 8th army in retaliation to Lady Astor for her insulting comments regarding them. They had fought their way from Africa to Sicily and up into Italy without relief and the resulting discontent is evident in the sarcasm of the following song.

 

We are the D-Day Dodgers, out in Italy,

Always on the vino, always on the spree.

Eighth Army skivers and their tanks,

We go to war in ties like swanks.

For we are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy.

 

We landed at Salerno, a holiday with pay.

Jerry brought his bands out to cheer us on his way,

Showed us the sights and gave us tea,

We all sang songs, the beer was free.

For we are the D-Day Dodgers, the lads that D-Day dodged.

 

Palermo and Cassino were taken in our stride,

We did not go to fight there, we just went for the ride.

Anzio and Sangro are just names,

We only went to look for dames,

For we are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy.

 

On our way to Florence, we had a lovely time,

We drove a bus from Rimini, right through the Gothic Line,

Then to Bologna we did go,

And went bathing in the River Po,

For we are the D-Day Dodgers, the lads that D-Day dodged.

 

We hear the boys in France are going home on leave,

After six months service such a shame they're not relieved.

And we're told to carry on a few more years,

Because our wives don't shed no tears.

For we are the D-Day Dodgers, out in sunny Italy.

 

Once we had a "blue light" that we were going home,

Back to dear old Blighty, never more to roam.

Then someone whispered:'In France we'll fight,'

We said: 'Not that, we'll just sit tight,'

For we are the D-Day Dodgers, the lads that D-Day dodged.

 

Dear Lady Astor, you think you know alot,

Standing on a platform and talking tommy rot.

Dear England's sweetheart and her pride,

We think your mouth is much too wide -

From the D-Day Dodgers, out in sunny Italy.

 

Look around the hillsides, through the mist and rain,

See the scattered crosses, some that bear no name.

Heartbreak and toil and suffering gone,

The lads beneath, they slumber on.

They are the D-Day Dodgers, who'll stay in Italy.

 

 

D-DAY DODGERS     

A SONG BY THE EIGHTH ARMY DESERT RATS IN REPLY TO LADY ASTOR’S ADVISE TO BRITISH WOMEN TO AVOID THE RETURNING SOLDIERS WITH V SHAPED NECKS (DUE TO SUNBURN). ACCORDING TO HER THEY WOULD  PROBABLY BE CARRYING VD DUE TO THE FACT THAT MOST OF THEIR TIME WAS SPENT BEDDING FOREIGN WOMEN..

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