When The Tigers Broke Free
It was just before dawnOne miserable morning in black forty-fourWhen the Forward Commander was told to sit tightWhen he asked that his men be withdrawnAnd the Generals gave thanksAs the other ranksHeld back the enemy tanks for a whileAnd the Anzio Bridgehead was held for the priceOf a few hundred ordinary lives
And kind old King GeorgeSent Mother a noteWhen he heard that Father was goneIt was, I recall, in the form of a scrollWith gold leaf and allAnd I found it one dayIn a drawer of old photographsHidden awayAnd my eyes still grow dampTo remember His MajestySigned with his own rubber stamp
It was dark all aroundThere was frost in the groundWhen the tigers broke freeAnd no one survivedFrom the Royal Fusiliers Company CThey were all left behindMost of them deadThe rest of them dyingAnd that's how the High CommandTook my Daddy from me