| Lyrics: | The D-Day Dodgers
(Words: Hamish Henderson. Tune: Lili Marlene. Recorded,
Ewan
MacColl, Folkways British Army Songs)
We're the D-Day Dodgers, way off in
Italy
Always on the vino, always on the spree;
Eighth Army scroungers and their
tanks,
We live in Rome, among the Yanks.
We are the D-Day Dodgers, way out in
Italy;(2X)
We landed in Salerno, a holiday with pay,
The Jerries brought the bands
out to greet us on the way.
Showed us the sights and gave us tea,
We all sang songs, the
beer was free
To welcome D-Day Dodgers to sunny Italy.
Naples and Casino were taken
in our stride,
We didn't go to fight there, we went just for the ride.
Anzio and Sangro
were just names,
We only went to look for dames
The artful D-Day Dodgers, way out in
Italy.
Dear Lady Astor, you think you're mighty hot,
Standing on the platform,
talking tommyrot.
You're England's sweetheart and her pride
We think your mouth's too
bleeding wide.
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy.
Look around the mountains,
in the mud and rain,
You'll find the scattered crosses, some that have no name.
Heartbreak
and toil and suffering gone,
The boys beneath them slumber on.
They are the D-Day Dodgers
who stay in Italy.
Note: An apocryphal story --- that of Lady Astor accusing
the
British forces in Italy of being "D-Day Dodgers" --- was widely
circulated. This song
was a non-apocryphal response. RG
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