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We are the 'D' Day Dodgers [out] in Italy Always on the vino, always on the spree, 8th Army Skivers and the Yanks We live in Rome and dodge the tanks For we're the 'D' Day Dodgers out in Italy. We landed at Salerno, holiday with pay Tedeschi brought a band out to cheer us on our way Showed us the sights and gave us tea We all sang songs and the beer was free For we're the 'D' Day Dodgers out in Italy. Naples and Cassino were taken in our stride, We didn't go to fight there, just wont for a ride, Anzio and Angro were O.K. and to us it was just a holiday For we're the 'D' Day Dodgers out in Italy. Once we had a blue light we were going home Back to dear Old Blighty, never more to roam. Then someone whispered in France you will fight, We said alright, we'll just sit tight For we're the 'D' Day Dodgers out in Italy. On the way to Florence we had a lovely time They ran a bus to Rimini through the Gothic Line Soon to Bologna we will go When Jerry's gone beyond the Po For we're the 'D' Day Dodgers out in Italy. We hear the boys in France will soon be getting leave After six months fighting its a shame they're not relieved But we can carry on out here What does it matter for three or fours years For we're the 'D' Day Dodgers out in Italy. Oh Lady Astor, we know what you've got Don't stand on the platform and talk a lot of rot. You're such a sweetheart, the nations pride But to us your mouth's far too wide For we're the 'D' Day Dodgers out in Italy. If you look around the mountains in the mud and rain You'll find the scattered crosses, some which bear no name Heartbreak, toil and suffering gone The boys beneath them slumber on They're some of the 'D' Day Dodgers out in Italy. (From an original copy circulating amongst the troops in Italy) ^ back to top ^ |