Call out the tanks
From the Cliffs of Dover
Call up the gulls
And don't forget
the loyal territorials
But who's digging in here
Who will defend
Every inch of England
no matter what they send
Who's standing firm
in our own front yard
The soldiers
of the old Home Guard, that's who
The soldiers
of the old Home Guard
For we wrote the story
of the old brigade
We know the glory
of yesterday's parades
Who's standing firm
in our own front yard
The soldiers
of the old Home Guard, that's who
The soldiers
of the old Home Guard
Parade, ready. Halt!
Permission to dismiss
the parade, sir!
Carry on, Sergeant.
Parade, dismissed!
Captain Greer, sir,
from headquarters at Tidbury,
here to check military
preparations in the area.
Tell them Pepperinge Eye
has matters well in hand.
But nevertheless, I...
What on earth is that?
Good morning, General.
I received your message, Mrs. Hobday.
I assume that my parcel
has arrived.
- It's in the office.
- Ah, lovely.
- Who is that?
- Miss Price. Splendid woman.
Her late father
served with me at Vimy Ridge.
What does she burn in this thing?
It smells a bit like sulphur.
Ridiculous. One can't make
motor fuel out of sulphur.
Here we are- another object
from Professor Emelius Browne in London.
Thank you.
- Is it what you expected?
- I imagine so.
Professor Browne sent you
a cat last time, did he not?
Yes.
- Professor Browne is well?
- I haven't the faintest idea.
Are we to have the pleasure
of meeting him?
I very much doubt it. I don't know
Professor Browne personally.
- Was there something else?
- As a matter of fact, there is.
Would you come this way?
- Well, I'm very anxious
to get home, you know.
- Come along, please.
Get down, Charlie.
I want to ride!
Stop it this instant!
Children, this is Miss Price.
- Carrie, Charles and Paul Rawlins
all the way from London.
- How do you do?
- How are you, miss?
- Hello.
- Hi.
The government are trying to evacuate
as many children as possible into the country.
- Very sensible of them.
- Today they sent us 45.
And I've had to find homes
for all of them at very short notice.
These are the last three. All right,
children, pick up your things.
You're not suggesting that I should
take these children into my house?
- Exactly.
- Oh, I'm sorry, but that's
quite out of the question.
Children and I don't get on.
I believe you, miss.
Come on, back to London.
- Hooray!
- Be quiet!
- Besides, I have work to do.
Very important work.
- Uh, Miss Price.
You do have that
entire house to yourself.
And according to the order of the ministry
of civil defense, you have no choice.
I see. Very well.
If that is the case, I shall take them
into my house with the understanding...
that you find a more suitable home
as soon as possible.
Fine. Come along.
- Uh, good morning, Miss Price.
- Good morning.
There they are! Miss Price,
what a charitable thing you are doing,
taking in these poor unfortunates
from the city.
- Hold this very carefully.
- I wonder, Miss Price,
if I may drop by later this afternoon.
- Why?
- We have their spiritual needs to consider now.
That won't be necessary.
They won't be with me for long.
Ooh!
Upon occasion, one does feel
alarm for Miss Price,
alone, unprotected,
living in that desolate lane.
One does admire her
so tremendously.
One also admires
Miss Price's sturdy house,
the four acres of desirable land and
the fine prospect overlooking the sea.
Does one not?
I shall be frank.
One needs an anchor
of domesticity,
a feeling that one has
a cozy place to return to...
as one fares forth
to do heaven's work.
Oh, how is the vicar?
His wound is better, thank you.
Oh, how marvelous for the vicar...
to be struck down not
in his gathering old age,
but on the field of battle,
bringing in the wounded
and the helpless.
Will you be taking his place?
In the army, I mean.
Alas...
if I only could.
My quinsy, you know.
My parcel,