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Oh, since this is the year of forty-one, the song that I will sing,
Will tell ye of the Poland that Hitler did begin;
Now first he made it Poland, that we could not understand,
And what are we wishing every day, that he'll get Newfoundland?
The Newfoundlanders had a blackout, when Hitler found it out,
He'll have no trouble to get us, when he sends his airplanes out;
He's fighting all the winter, he's fighting day and night,
He'll have no trouble to get us, when he sends his airplanes out.
Oh, he said he was coming over here the last of June,
He thought he was going to rule us, he praised hisself to fool;
June is gone and over, December's drawing near,
What happened to Mr. Hitler, he never is over here?
He said he was coming over, he hasn't got no gas,
He's waiting all this long time, he has it now at last;
I suppose he will be over, the next run that he gets,
And he'll go back to Germany with his yellow planes in bits.
Collected in 1951 from Frank Shannahan of Tors Cove, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
