1941: London to her defenders

In an ancient era,

A sword was drawn,

From my bosom,

Towards the dawn,

In years gone by,

I wept with blood,

For little boys,

And graves of mud

In prewar days,

I saw the signs,

Dug the shelters,

Dodged the mines,

In troubled times,

That is, today,

I hear the cry,

"Away, Away,"

(But honey, you stay.)