Post by Administrator on Feb 25, 2021 0:49:12 GMT
THE REAL PRICE OF FOOD
Hang the bunting on the rail,
On the morrow we will sail.
For England home and family too,
Across the seas of world war two.
Amid a world that's gone insane,
We ply our trade in convoy lane.
We crew the ship that brings you food,
Some sail in tankers hauling crude.
We sailed from Sydney and Halifax,
Some of our crew aren't coming back.
But no matter what the price may be,
We crew the ships for Victory.
We stand our watch in fair and storm,
For merchant seamen that's the norm.
We did our jobs out on the sea,
We did our bit to keep you free.
So when you sit down for a meal,
Think of that seaman at the wheel.
Who may have lost his life today,
To bring you food without delay.
Ian Adrian Millar
Hang the bunting on the rail,
On the morrow we will sail.
For England home and family too,
Across the seas of world war two.
Amid a world that's gone insane,
We ply our trade in convoy lane.
We crew the ship that brings you food,
Some sail in tankers hauling crude.
We sailed from Sydney and Halifax,
Some of our crew aren't coming back.
But no matter what the price may be,
We crew the ships for Victory.
We stand our watch in fair and storm,
For merchant seamen that's the norm.
We did our jobs out on the sea,
We did our bit to keep you free.
So when you sit down for a meal,
Think of that seaman at the wheel.
Who may have lost his life today,
To bring you food without delay.
Ian Adrian Millar