'WINGS'
Where the shot and shell are falling
And the bugles are a - calling,
Where the smoke and smell of powder's on the wind
And the sharper rifle rattle shows the forefront of the battle
A squad or two of Sappers you will find.
Be it bridging or pontooning
Be it surveying or ballooning
A path through swamps or obstacles to clear.
Then the man they all will beckon
And the man on whom they'll reckon
Is serving in the 'Royal Engineers'
EVERYWHERE our motto
Where our country needs
Is the Sappers watchword
Not by words but deeds
First when bugle summon
Last to leave in War
Is the proud tradition
Of our glorious Corps!
Wings to bear me over mountain and vale away;
Wings to bathe my spirit in morning’s sunny ray.
Wings that I may hover at morn above the sea;
Wings through life to bear me, and death triumphantly.
Wings like youth’s fleet moments which swiftly o’er me passed;
Wings like my early visions, too bright, too fair to last.
Wings that I might recall them, the loved, the lost, the dead;
Wings that I might fly after the past, long vanished.
Wings to lift me upwards, soaring with eagle flight;
Wings to waft me heav’nward to bask in realms of light.
Wings to be no more wearied, lulled in eternal rest;
Wings to be sweetly folded where faith and love are blessed.
HURRAH FOR THE CRE
Good Morning Mr Stevens and Windy Notchy Knight,
Hurrah for the CRE
We've been working very hard, down at Upnor Hard,
Hurrah for the CRE
You make fast, I'll make fast, make fast the dinghy,
make fast the dinghy, make fast the dinghy.
You make fast, I'll make fast, make fast the dinghy,
make fast the dinghy pontoon.
For we're marching on to Laffen's plain,
to Laffen's plain, to Laffen's plain
Yes we're marching on to Laffens plain,
Where they don't know mud from clay!
Ah, Ah...........
Ooshta,Ooshta,Ooshta,Ooshta
IKoni malee, Picaninny scoff,
Man-ninga sabinza, here's another off
Columda cried Matabelle
Columda away we go
Ah,Ah.............
Shhhhhhhh
HURRAH
