ANOTHER RAID
Oh no, there go the sirens,
They’re over’ead again.
Take the kids to the shelter, Ma.
That ‘itler’s a bloomin’ pain.
Night after night for eight months.
When will it ever end?
There can’t be much left to bomb now.
It’s drivin’ us round the bend.
But, of course we’ll never surrender;
We’re British to the core.
And, wiv Winston as our leader,
We’ll win this ruddy war.
And the King and Queen, Gawd bless ‘em,
They won’t let us dahn.
They could ‘ave gone to Balmoral,
But they stayed in London Tahn.
Surrounded by bricks and rubble,
We try to soldier on.
But all the time we’re thinkin’
Of friends and neighbours who’ve gone.
Ah, nah the all clear’s sounded;
We’ve survived anuvver night.
Ready to start annuver day
And carry on the fight.
Bert Higgins
The London Blitz, September 1940 – May 1941 –
In the voice of an Eastender
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