The BookPublisher's Acknowledgment Author's Foreword
ContentsCould I forget? The Cross What Profit a Man? May 1940 June 1940 Hyde Park Orators Are You Doing Your Bit? Home The Haven of Love Afterglow The Six Dolls Forget-me-not My Little Ship Mother's Day The Easy Way Mother Flea The Stockings' Lament The Gamble Who Was It? A Mother's Right Teach me to be Humble
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You are up against it Britain, as you've
never been before
And a ruthless, brutal, war machine, is knock-
ing on your door;
It will batter you and bruise you, will destroy
much you hold dear,
Will o'ershadow you with frightfulness, so you
may shake with fear.
You are up against it Britain, and your enemies
They will hurl at you their millions, all their
venom - and their hate;
With your Allies beaten to their knees, they
think you are alone,
They're sure you cannot carry on - no quarter
will be shown.
You are up against it Britain, but your enemies
That little seeds of Empire sown, so many
Have grown from seed and saplings, into tall
and sturdy trees;
Those sons of British Oak can bend, but never
on their knees.
You are up against it Britain, but you've been
like that before,
You've driven off before to-day invaders from
The Bulldog's wrath is slow to rise - to heed
the mongrel's yelp,
But Bulldogs have - and will again - make
mongrels cry for help.
You are up against it Britain, and your back is
to the wall.
Around must gather all free men, they dare not
let you fall;
The right to live in freedom, is as much their
cause as yours,
Their creed or race - it matters not, they must
defend your shores.
You are up against it Britain, but if I read you
'Tis only when all things seem lost, you really
start to fight;
Napoleon's words still stand to-day, although
the years have past:-
"You may lose many battles, but you never
lose the last."