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FOREVER FREE A TRIBUTE

From the hearths and homes of Britain.
From the humble thatched roof cottage.
From the lodgings by the dock side.
Where the barges roll and pitch.
From the tenements and dwellings.
In the city's eastern quarter.
From the mayfair flat's and Mansion's.
And the houses of the rich.

From every place in Britain.
Like an ever rising torrent.
They came a band of women.
Just peaceful homely women.
From every class and station.
With a calm determination.
That the homes they loved and cherished.
Should remain forever free.

In the angry skies above us.
Flew the ferry pilots- women.
Bringing spitfires,mustangs and whitleys.
From the lands across the sea.
In the grease pits. In the watch towers.
In the workshops. In the hangers.
Doing any kind of duty taht would set a fighter free.

The doubters were confounded.
And their doubts turned into wonder.
Women just can't do these jobs.
And yet they can. Whats more they did.
And they wrote a page of glory.
Which will ever tell the story.
How they left their homes.
Thar Britain shall remain forever free.

And across the rolling country.
In the silent inky blackness.
Where the villages lay sleeping.
And the darkened world seemed dead.
Women brought our vital convoys.
Driving tired eyed in the night time.
Staring through a rainswept windscreen.
At the tail light just ahead.

In the gunpits. On the searchlights.
In the very heat of battle.
Never finching. Never failing.
In our nation's gravest hour.
What a shining torch they bore.
When Britain's women marched to war.
That the land their son's inherit.
Should remain forever free.

And around the shores of Britain.
Rolls the great and mighty ocean.
And the navy's grand tradition.
Is a byword on our lips.
But a brave new page was added.
To the silent service log book.
And was written by the women.
Who went down to the sea in ships.

They manned the coastgurad cutters.
Took their stations on the clifftops.
Plotted charts decoded signals.
Smart,efficent,keen,alert.
And the navy's fighting men.
Salute with pride the British wren.
For she answered Nelson's signal.
And kept Britain's lifeline free.

We remember them in London.
In the burning heat of London.
How they nursed the wounded.
Drove the cars or stood by in the wards.
How the women's voluntary service.
Sent their angels to the homeless.
Never tiring,never resting.
Where the voice of duty called.
There were women on the buses.
In the factories on munitions.
They were milkmen,postmen porters.
And they toiled upon the land.
They stepped in the home-front breaches.
That our men could storm the beaches.
To ensure that this dear Britain.
Should remain forever free.

If they build a marble columen.
In the centre of our city.
There is one I'd place upon it.
And I'd call it Britain's pride.
She will wear no service ribbons.
Have no stripes,or stars, or medals.
But she's been right in the thick of it.
And took it in her stride.
Bombs and rockets,wailing sirens.
And the endless weary queuing.
Sleepless nights in crowded shelters.
Five long years without a break.
Every man and woman knows her.
So a toast "The British Housewife"
For her pluck kept Britain free.

FOREVER FREE A TRIBUTE

From the hearths and homes of Britain.
From the humble thatched roof cottage.
From the lodgings by the dock side.
Where the barges roll and pitch.
From the tenements and dwellings.
In the city's eastern quarter.
From the mayfair flat's and Mansion's.
And the houses of the rich.

From every place in Britain.
Like an ever rising torrent.
They came a band of women.
Just peaceful homely women.
From every class and station.
With a calm determination.
That the homes they loved and cherished.
Should remain forever free.

In the angry skies above us.
Flew the ferry pilots- women.
Bringing spitfires,mustangs and whitleys.
From the lands across the sea.
In the grease pits. In the watch towers.
In the workshops. In the hangers.
Doing any kind of duty taht would set a fighter free.

The doubters were confounded.
And their doubts turned into wonder.
Women just can't do these jobs.
And yet they can. Whats more they did.
And they wrote a page of glory.
Which will ever tell the story.
How they left their homes.
Thar Britain shall remain forever free.

And across the rolling country.
In the silent inky blackness.
Where the villages lay sleeping.
And the darkened world seemed dead.
Women brought our vital convoys.
Driving tired eyed in the night time.
Staring through a rainswept windscreen.
At the tail light just ahead.

In the gunpits. On the searchlights.
In the very heat of battle.
Never finching. Never failing.
In our nation's gravest hour.
What a shining torch they bore.
When Britain's women marched to war.
That the land their son's inherit.
Should remain forever free.

And around the shores of Britain.
Rolls the great and mighty ocean.
And the navy's grand tradition.
Is a byword on our lips.
But a brave new page was added.
To the silent service log book.
And was written by the women.
Who went down to the sea in ships.

They manned the coastgurad cutters.
Took their stations on the clifftops.
Plotted charts decoded signals.
Smart,efficent,keen,alert.
And the navy's fighting men.
Salute with pride the British wren.
For she answered Nelson's signal.
And kept Britain's lifeline free.

We remember them in London.
In the burning heat of London.
How they nursed the wounded.
Drove the cars or stood by in the wards.
How the women's voluntary service.
Sent their angels to the homeless.
Never tiring,never resting.
Where the voice of duty called.
There were women on the buses.
In the factories on munitions.
They were milkmen,postmen porters.
And they toiled upon the land.
They stepped in the home-front breaches.
That our men could storm the beaches.
To ensure that this dear Britain.
Should remain forever free.

If they build a marble columen.
In the centre of our city.
There is one I'd place upon it.
And I'd call it Britain's pride.
She will wear no service ribbons.
Have no stripes,or stars, or medals.
But she's been right in the thick of it.
And took it in her stride.
Bombs and rockets,wailing sirens.
And the endless weary queuing.
Sleepless nights in crowded shelters.
Five long years without a break.
Every man and woman knows her.
So a toast "The British Housewife"
For her pluck kept Britain free.

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