During the time of ‘The Blitz’,
There were many direct hits.
The air was full of smoke and dirt.
Many were killed; many were hurt.
When German bombers flew overhead,
Everyone’s heart filled with dread.
Into the shelters, the people ran.
To raise their spirits, the people sang.
First, they heard the drone of planes;
Then, they knew the bombs would rain.
Nobody knew where they would land;
They huddled together, holding hands.
In many cities and many towns,
Buildings were razed to the ground.
There was total devastation
At many dockyards and railway stations.
The fires raged for hours on end;
Many lost a relative or a friend.
Many people lost their homes
And everything they ever owned.
The Germans hoped to destroy morale;
Unto Hitler, they thought we would bow.
When all the German planes had gone,
Our nation picked itself up and carried on.
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