by Paul Hirst
Thousands waving on the shore,
the lads are off,another war.
Patriotism and national pride,
the band plays loudly"Auld Lang Syn"
Buntings bright on this cold morn,
tears and laughter drown out ships
horn.
And now their gone out on the blue,
those brave boys, those brothers few,
wives and sweethearts stand alone
on the dock sad and fore lone.
Flags wave wildly red, white and blue,
Wave goodbye to those brave few...
Submission date : 2009-10-02
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