An Australian journalist learnt this poem from his father, who learnt it while serving with the AIF in World War II. It is titled London Under Bombardment. It begins:

I, who am known as London, have faced stern times before, Having fought and ruled and traded for a thousand years and more; I knew the Roman legions and the harsh-voiced Danish hordes; I heard the Saxon rebels, saw blood on the Norman swords.

But, though I am scarred by battle, my grim defenders vow, Never was I so stately nor so well-beloved as now.

And it finishes:

The bombs have shattered my churches, have torn my streets apart, But they have not bent my spirit and they shall not break my heart.

For my people's faith and courage are lights of London town, Which still would shine in legends though my last broad bridge were down.