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Post by Admin on Oct 11, 2021 20:53:34 GMT -5
The Red Duster.
It isn't just a flag to us but part of who we are, It flew astern from every ship we sailed. From Liverpool to Singapore and through the Panama It filled us with a pride which never failed.
Sometimes tattered, sometimes torn, raised each day at morning's dawn. It told the world of who we are and where. And across the seven oceans it weathered every storm To keep our country strong, and firm, and fair.
It flew not just in peacetime but bravely went to war Where the conflict raged across a flaming sea, And it shrouds our fallen shipmates upon the ocean floor Who gave their lives to keep our nation free.
No politician's pen stroke can take away the pride That wells within to see that flag unfurled And they'll not besmirch the memory of all those who have died In every ocean on our fragile world.
Our flag must stay until the day we have no ships to sail And the piper sadly wails the last lament, And we'll leave it then to history to tell the famous tale Of a flag which flew so proud where ere it went.
So join the battle, show no fear, let our banner fly, Let it sail through stormy waters and grace the morning sky. And when we all must heed the call to make the final muster, One last request, please let us rest, beneath the old Red Duster.
David Partridge. NSW/ACT Branch (Vindi Boy 1956)
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