I remember it well lad
in our fighter planes
swooping down so mad
nearly catching trains
We nearly caught the Euston
was twenty past nine
it came from Wolverhampton
upon the main land line
We had to watch those Germans
they were gaining ground
our priests were doing sermons
as our guns did sound
We battled them in trenches
we battled them at sea
some stole our wenches
but they never got hold of me
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