THE LAMENT
Here we are at Stalag Luft Three, drinking at the bar,
With lovely girls to buy us beer,
Like bloody hell, we are!
We travelled here in luxury, the whole trip for a quid,
A sleeping-berth for each of us,
Like bloody hell, we did!
Our feather-beds are two foot deep, the carpets almost new,
In easy chairs we lounge all day,
Like bloody hell, we do!
The Goons are really wizard chaps, their hopes of victory, good,
We’d change them places any day,
Like bloody hell, we would!
Extract from poem written by Bill Lott in Stalag Luft III. October 1944.
The poem conveys a brilliant insight into the "British" sense of humour, and definance, under such adverse conditions.