It was j[C]ust before dawn one m[Gsus]iserable morning in [C]black forty-four
[C]When the foreward commander was told to sit tight,
When they asked that his [F/C]men be with[C]drawn
[C]And the generals gave thanks, as the other ranks
[Gsus]Held back the enemy t[C]anks for a while
And the [C]Anzio Bridgehead was [Gsus]held for the price
Of a [C]few hundred ordinary lives

[C]And kind old King [G]George sent Mother a [C]note when he heard that [G]Father was gone
[C]It was, I re[G]call, in the form of a [C]scroll with gold leaf and all
[C]And I found it one day in a drawer of old photographs hidden away
[C]And my eyes still grow damp to re[Gsus]member
His Majesty [C]signed with his own rubber stamp
[C]It was dark all a[G]round, there was frost on the [C]ground
When the Tigers broke [G]free

[C]And no-one survived from the Royal Fusiliers, Company "C"
[G]They were all left be[C]hind,  most of them [G]dead  -  the rest of them [C]dying
[C]And that's how the [G]high command took my [C]daddy from me