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D Day Dodgers

We are the D-Day Dogers way off in Italy
Always on the vino always on the spree
Eight Army scroungers and their tanks
We live in Rome among the Yanks
We are the D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy

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 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 bloody wide
That’s from 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 done
The boys beneath them slumber on
They are the D-Day Dodgers who stay in Italy
An apocryphal story
that Lady Astor
accused the British
Forces in Italy of
being “D-Day
Dodgers was widely
circulated. This
song was a non-
apocryphal
response!
A simple brief
thought on Scottish
Independance.

Were the outdated
union not of some very
high value to England and
the English, why would
they fight so to try to
keep it?

There are only so many
slices to a pie, for one to
have more, another must
have less.

Lastly - to those Scottish
"Loyalists" - to whom are
you loyal?
Scots royalty died in the
1700's so it can be no
Scots crown - And
certainly not it appears to
those who came before,
that bled for Scotland
and her freedom !  
In the words
of Burns, as he
wrote from the heart.

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victorie.

Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power,
Chains and slaverie.

Wha would be a traitor-knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a Slave?
Let him turn and flie:

Wha for Scotland's king and law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Free-man stand, or free-man fa',
Let him follow me.

By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your Sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud Usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us Do - or Die!!!

Choose your destiny.
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