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Take-Off, v. 1, issue 1, circa 1944

Page 6

Page 6 TAKE-OFF!

You are the hope of dear old Germany,
(All sacrifice--fight for the Reich!)
When you hear a blasting thunder from the sky,
Stick to your guns--and die.

MEIN SHINING HOUR
(Melody: My Shining Hour)
((Hitler's Festungstruppen on Europe's Coasts))
Here's we stand, in awesome power,
Calm and ready to fight;
When we charge, Commandos cower,
In the darkness of the night!
Like the guns of tanks before me,
Or my Fuehrer, watching o'er me,
This will be mein shining hour,
Till the battle is won.

This definitely concludes the concert, gentle reader. Straight verse from here on. In connection with the following poem, we refer you to Tennyson's magnificently simple praise of England, "Of Old Sat Freedom On The Heights."

"OF OLD SAT HITLER, ON A STRIKE"

Of old sat Hitler, on a strike,
The Wehrmacht breaking at this feet.
Above him shook the Deutsches Reich;
He heard his soldiers bleat.

There in his cell he dreamed of play
Along some hamlet on the Rhine,
But noise of bombers, far away,
Came rolling on the wind.

Then stept he down from Berchtesgart,
To boast, and try to save his face,
And showed the foemen, part by part,
The foulness of his race--

Grave Fuehrer of Germanie hordes,
From your defeat you gaze--aha!
Do you still brandish fiery swords,
And grasp the swastika?

Your hate-filled eyes detest the truth.
The vitrol of the German soul
Is in them. May the Hitler Youth,
And you, to chaos roll,

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Page 6 TAKE-OFF! You are the hope of dear old Germany, (All sacrifice--fight for the Reich!) When you hear a blasting thunder from the sky, Stick to your guns--and die. MEIN SHINING HOUR (Melody: My Shining Hour) ((Hitler's Festungstruppen on Europe's Coasts)) Here's we stand, in awesome power, Calm and ready to fight; When we charge, Commandos cower, In the darkness of the night! Like the guns of tanks before me, Or my Fuehrer, watching o'er me, This will be mein shining hour, Till the battle is won. This definitely concludes the concert, gentle reader. Straight verse from here on. In connection with the following poem, we refer you to Tennyson's magnificently simple praise of England, "Of Old Sat Freedom On The Heights." "OF OLD SAT HITLER, ON A STRIKE" Of old sat Hitler, on a strike, The Wehrmacht breaking at this feet. Above him shook the Deutsches Reich; He heard his soldiers bleat. There in his cell he dreamed of play Along some hamlet on the Rhine, But noise of bombers, far away, Came rolling on the wind. Then stept he down from Berchtesgart, To boast, and try to save his face, And showed the foemen, part by part, The foulness of his race-- Grave Fuehrer of Germanie hordes, From your defeat you gaze--aha! Do you still brandish fiery swords, And grasp the swastika? Your hate-filled eyes detest the truth. The vitrol of the German soul Is in them. May the Hitler Youth, And you, to chaos roll,