C G It was just before dawn C One miserable morning in black 'forty four. When the forward commander G Was told to sit tight C F C When he asked that his men be withdrawn. C G And the Generals gave thanks C As the other ranks held back The enemy tanks for a while. And the Anzio bridgehead G Was held for the price C Of a few hundred ordinary lives. C G And kind old King George C Sent Mother a note When he heard that father was gone. C G It was, I recall, C In the form of a scroll, F C With gold leaf and all. C G And I found it one day C In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away. C G And my eyes still grow damp to remember C His Majesty signed With his own rubber stamp. C It was dark all around. G There was frost in the ground C When the tigers broke free. C G And no one survived C F C From the Royal Fusiliers Company C. C G They were all left behind, C Most of them dead, The rest of them dying. C G And that's how the High Command C Took my daddy from me.
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