Damn the air-raids, damn the coupons,
Damn the lack of meat and sugar.
Two long years I’ve waited for you,
After two long years I’ve got you,
London and my green-eyed Phyllis.”
So they lingered over dinner
As a lover reads a letter
Lest the end should come too quickly.
Then he bore her to the Gaiety,
And the joyous Tiadatha