Allied WW2 Propaganda

[canetoad]

My parents were born in Scotland in the early 30s, making them kids verging on teens during the war. While Allied war propaganda never soared to the heady heights of the Third Reich, Scotland had it's own pragmatic and particular view on Adolf Hitler and he was incessantly satirised in the war years versions of 'The Onion'.

I grew up with this poem. When Scots gather for a party there is copious amounts of drinking and everyone must perform their 'party piece'. A song, playing the spoons, maybe a flute or piano accordian. A favourite during the closing days of WW2 was this poem, first printed in the Motherwell Times. It became one of the most performed party pieces, with the whole party joining in the closing lines.

There are only a few references to this poem existing on the net; no one seems to recall the exact words. As it was Hitler's birthday a few days ago, I was reminded of this poem and the indominable souls who resisted him.

Hitler's Dream

I'll tell you a story, strange it may seem,

Of Herr Hitler the Nazi and his terrible dream,

He was there in his coffin, lying in state,

His little moustache was frozen in hate.

As he lay there he found to his cause

That his plans for the next life and passport he'd lost.

And so up to heaven Herr Hitler went straight,

And proudly he goosestepped to the Golden Gate.

But the lookout angel in voice loud and clear,

Said "On your way Hitler you can't come in here!"

Herr Hitler replied, "At least you are civil,

I suppose that means I can go to the devil."

But Satan said Boys I'm giving you warning,

I'm expecting Herr Hitler the Nazi this morning

Oh Satan, Oh Satan, Herr Hitler replied,

I heard what you said while standing outside,

Please give me a corner, I've nowhere to go,

But Satan cried a "NO, a thousand times no!"

Then he kicked Hitler's arse and he vanished in smoke,

And just at that moment Herr Hitler awoke.

He was lying in bed all covered with sweat,

Crying Doctor, oh Doctor, it's the worst dream yet.

To heaven I can't go, I know that quite well,

But it's hard lbloody lines when you're kicked out of Hell!

[LeftishBrit]

1. I don't know this song...

but there is a traditional, rather sexist song about 'The Farmer's Curst Wife' who goes to Hell, but gets kicked out and returned to her husband when she goes on a rampage and starts murdering some of the devils:

'Well here's your wife I hope she's well,
If I'd a kept her any longer, she'd have ruined hell"
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"Well I've been a devil most all of my life
But I never been in hell til I met your wife"
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Guess this proves that the women are stronger than the men
To go down to hell and come back again
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So this may have inspired the idea of people who are too bad even for Hell.

There was also a song during the war:

When the war is over
Hitler will be dead.
He hopes to go to heaven
With a crown upon his head.
But the Lord says 'No!
You'll have to go below!
There's only room for Churchill,
So cheery-cheery-o"

[madokie]

2. I had to keep that

rec' for what you've said and not for the poem though. :-)