Field Marshal Erwin Rommel

 

OUR ROMMEL

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We are the German Africa Corps – 
The Fuhrer's adventurous troopers!
We fly as fast as eagles can soar,
And catch our foe in a stupor!
We fear neither death nor burning sun!
We spurn thirst and fever just for fun!
And march to beat of the drumming:
Forwards! Forwards!
Forwards with our Rommel!

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The Brits, they fear us worse than the pest!
They're trembling now in dismay!
We want revenge for German South-West!
Their cowardly theft we'll repay!
Are Churchill and Roosevelt now enraged?
In all hostile lands are our troops engaged!
The drum now is beating to battle:
Forwards! Forwards!
Forwards with our Rommel!

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We're not alone in this fiercest of fights!
We're joined by the troops sent from Rome!
And once the sun of peace burns as bright,
We'll once more embark back to home!
But if I am felled in this hostile land!
Then bury me deep in the desert sand!
And sound once again to the drumming:
Forwards! Forwards!
Forwards with our Rommel!