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Post by Administrator on May 4, 2020 21:20:13 GMT
LEST WE FORGET
Now see the old seaman Not a word has he said. In silence and tribute, He remembers the dead.
Some young people question, Most people don't know, What it is he remembers, From so long ago.
How quickly forgotten, How sad they don't know, That he stands with his shipmates, From so long ago.
He's a bosun, a wiper, The others as well. For he sailed in harm's way, In the convoys through Hell.
Now the band they are playing, A tear or two shed, It's Flowers O' The Forest, For our seafaring dead.
Ian A. Millar
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