War

SOLDIERS OF ROME

They died beneath the eagle
On the battlefields Rome
And were blessed after death
To walk in the fields of Elysium

KUBLAI KHAN’S MONGOL HORDE

Kublai Khan’s Mongol horde
Set Sail In 1274
To conquer Japan
And add it to his empire
But the great deity Raijin
Conjured up a typhoon
And his Divine wind
Destroyed the Khan’s fleet
And saved the Japanese
But in 1281
They sailed again
The largest fleet every assembled
Four thousand ships
Carrying 140000 men
But when they were off the shore
Once again Raijin
Brought the Kamikaze
And scattered the fleet
To the four winds
And thwarted Kublai Khan
And he never tried again

THE VIKINGS

Killed in battle, bloody axe in hand
The reward of the Nordic warrior
Was for their souls to spend eternity
Residing in the great hall of Valhalla

IN HALIFAX NOVA SCOTIA 1917

Two ships collided in Halifax harbour,
The Mont Blanc and the Imo,
It was December 1917
And what the Nova Scotian’s didn’t know
Was the French ship was laden with explosives
And as it sailed the straight from the sea
It struck the Norwegian vessel
Causing it to explode cataclysmically
Many Canadians were killed
In Halifax Nova Scotia 1917
After the largest man made explosion
The world had ever seen

DON’T HATE THE HUN ACROSS THE FIELD

Don’t hate the Hun across the field
He’s not so very different to you
He doesn’t want to fight in foreign wars

He wants to be in the loving embrace
Of the sweet woman he loves
As you want to be in the arms of yours

ARE YOU WEARING A POPPY?

Are you wearing a poppy?
Wear it proudly on your lapel
Wear it with pride and respect
So everyone will be able to tell
That you recognise the sacrifice
Of those who fought and fell

WANDERING WARRIOR

Wandering warrior
Migrating hero of the good
Fights for God and king

THE RED ENSIGN

The unsung heroes sail
Under The Red Ensign
The telltale flag flown
By British merchantmen

THE RED DUSTER

The British merchantmen
Fly the “Red Duster”
And you will always see
The red ensign flutter

HMHS GLENART CASTLE

The Glenart Castle
Was steaming home
On a cold February night
In 1918
The hospital ship
Headed for safe haven
Her lights green
Clearly visible
Against the dark horizon
Red lamps lit her side rail
Her masthead light burned bright
Fishermen could see her
Red Cross light
Then a torpedo struct her
In the number the hold
In eight minutes
She was gone
With a 162 souls