the version compiled by Hamish Henderson was-

We're the D day dodgers way off in Italy
Always on the vino always on a spree
Eighth army scroungers and their tanks
We live in Rome among the yanks
We are the D day dodgers way out in Italy
We are the D day dodgers way out in Italy

We landed in Salerno a holiday with pay
the Jerries brought the bands out to cheer us on our way
Showed us the sights and gave us tea
We all sang songs the beer was free
To welcome D day dodgers to sunny Italy
To welcome D day dofgers to sunny Italy

Naples ans Casino were taken in our stride
We didn't go to fight there we went just for the ride
Anzio and Sangro were just names we only went to look for dames
The artful D day dodgers wat out in Italy
The artful D day dodgers way out in Italy

Dear Lady Astor you think you're mighty hot
Standing on the platform talking Tommy rot
You're England's sweetheart and her pride
We think your mouth's too bloody wide
We are the D day dodgers in sunny Italy
We are the D day dodgers in sunny Italy

Look around the mountains in the sun and rain
You'll find the scattered crosses the sum that have no name
Heartbreak and toil and suffering gone
The boys beneath them slumber on
They are the D day dodgers that stay in Italy
They are the D day dodgers that stay in Italy   


I heard Hamish sing this version in a folk concert in Edinburgh a few years ago, I don't know if he oois still alive he was in his eightys then.

Bill (the ex sound)