G. I. Brides
Perhaps, within the last three months
You’ve chanced to notice in the press
Accounts of many local girls
Who’ve wed, and changed their home address?
Who’ve said goodbye to Mum and Dad,
Then toddled off down Tidworth way
To face the rigours of the trip
Across the sea to U.S.A.
How different it all will be
To G.I. brides from Rushden, when
They settle down in Idaho
Chicago, Detroit, Memphis (Tenn):
And those across the prairie wild
Midst sunshine in Los Angeles
Will bite their grapefruit, orange, peach,
And sigh to hear some “Rushden-ese”.
New Yorkers watching Broadway lights
Will hear the elevated roar
And think of High Street traffic jams
And total black-out through the war.
And when in summer-time they go
To Coney Island on the spree,
They’ll think of good old Rushden Feast
And happy times that used to be.
But, G.I. brides we shan’t forget
Our local girls in U.S.A.
Perhaps we’ll take a flying trip
And spend a week-end there some day,
You’d be surprised if you should hear
A voice on 42nd Street
*Say “Ennitot? I dawnarf sweat
Shenatter gwout in this ’ere ’eat”.