Churchill planned to bomb our lands
The stepping stones for German feet
As jackboots echoed through the town
Upon our cobbled street
Flags of Deutschland dressed the poles
And young men spoke in different tongue
When radio released the news
To put right all the wrong
Soon the ships came to our shore
And rifles lowered down at ease
Shouts of freedom, songs of joy
All hailed our appease
The barren fortress island freed
Surrounded with its many towers
Jackboots now our history
But Guernsey always ours!
Ian Duquemin
