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September 15th 1940

After the fall of our ally, France,
Our island firmly stood,
Safe ‘neath the wings of those gallant men,
Of England’s flesh and blood.
That fateful day that saved the world,
The 15th of September,
They fought and died, that we might live,
The Empire will remember.

Crouched behind their roaring wings,
Sat grim and determined men,
Comets flashing through the sky,
Death defying them,
Man and plane as one and all,
Attacked their cannons blazed,
Heated guns were spitting death,
With shrill and speed that dazed.

The Germans in their dying throws,
Were driven o’er the coast,
Battered breathless by our son’s,
A breed that England’s boast,
While tensely on the distant shores,
In vain their masses ready,
Bombed and hammered, shattered there,
Our airmen held them steady.

Silent tired and weary men,
That day was proudly theirs,
To those few, those unknown men,
We owe our freedom, our prayers,
Men from every walk of life,
Shed blood and toil for you,
We salute them ‘Never was so much owed’
By so many to so few.

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