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Dunkirk
The world felt a shiver of horror
While the stoutest heart sickened with gloom
And even the wisest of England
Could see nought, for the army had done
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Doomed the art of a Judas
More Judas than Judas could be
He, for the price of a Castle
Had sold their retreat to the sea
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Sold by the King of the Belgiums
With his honour, Country and Soul
Oh! shame on the pitiful barter
And evil the path to his goal
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I'm a victim of evil agression
Was the lure to the trap, which he laid
And like the Knights of King Arthur's round table
The Allies sped forth to his aid
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There were enemy pouring across each bought bridge
Like rats through a drain
And T'was then that the traitor surrendered
And lowered his honour with shame
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By that act were the Allies encircled
By a battering ring of steel
“Now is my time”, snarled Hitler
To brush these men under my heel
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But he discounted the spirit of England
Now roused by the flight of her sons
A flight which was made still more helpless
By a pitiful shortage of guns
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Never right down through the ages
From when the world started to spin
Never a man-trap more hellish
Than this which our lads were caught in
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But as the jaws of the trap closed around them
They breathed a prayer to their God
And started a rearguard action
That crimsoned the green Belgian sod
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Today men speak of that battle
Those times fought with courage sublime
And the world watched, breathless with wonder
Deeds which will live for all time
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Lacking in all but great courage
Fighting with blistering guns
Shame on the Statesmen of England
Who neglected the arms of her sons
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Thank God for the courage of England
Which she gives to every son
For without it, they all would have perished
Out numbered, a hundred to one
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With the aid of our fast flying hellions
Who brushed by the star in their fights
They battled their way to the coast line
In an action that splintered the nights
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Back slowly through crumbling cities
With rifles they slowed the tanks
While dive-bombing planes with yammering guns
Made hideous gaps in their ranks
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Oh mourn for the size of our airforce
Compared to the Nazi fleet
But salute their measureless courage
Which can't spell the word called defeat
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Like a hawk from storm shattered pine trees
Defending their young from the crows
They harried those dive-bombing monsters
And laughed at their bitterest blows
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Upon reaching that bomb shattered coastline
Our lads waded into the foam
To be saved by the queerest armada
That ever called England it's home
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There were tramps and paddle steamers
Destroyers and old motor boats
Manned by the seadogs of England
Who's motto is “Fight while she floats”
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Many were smashed in the mine fields
Many were sunk by a shell
But never a seaman wavered
In sailing their ships thro' that hell
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Great was it seen as it happened
Small is it, by the way I have told
But when Earth's records hang finished in heaven
DUNKIRK will be lettered in gold
rewritten 16.3.42
POW Changi
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