The Glorious 15th (Lancashire Fusiliers)
Jan 31, 2013 21:28:30 GMT
Post by shred on Jan 31, 2013 21:28:30 GMT
THE GLORIOUS 15TH
(Lancashire Fusiliers, First Salfords)
It is the First of July I'm telling you of
The day of the Salford Lads
Who writ then a page of history grand
Did deeds which ring throughout the land
Bravo! The Salford Lads!
Imagine the early morning scene
Imagine those Salford Lads
Straining as though upon a leash
Each in his heart the self-same wish
Oh! Those Salford Lads!
Eagerly each as the signal goes
All those Salford Lads
Spring cheering across the parapets
Thinking of the foe to be met
Those gallant Salford Lads!
On and on through No Man’s Land
Speed those Salford Lads
Though many a one is stricken down
There’s many a cheer besides the groan
From those splendid Salford Lads!
Over the Germans’ first line trench
Go those Salford Lads
Their ranks are sadly broken now
But those boys to odds will never bow
Those Salford Lads!
Just a few, about two hundred
Of those Salford Lads
Reach and pass the second lines
In their eyes the light of battle shines
Oh, those Salford Lads!
Ten officers and two hundred men
All Salford Lads
Had fought their way, with courage bold
Right into the Huns’ stronghold
Those glorious Salford Lads!
From out of subterranean ??
Against those Salford Lads
Poured countless Huns, from every cranny
They came, ‘twas quite uncanny
Against those Salford Lads!
Surrounded by foes, but undaunted yet
Stood those Salford Lads
For freedom’s sake they took their stand
And Died, a glorious, gallant band
Of Salford Lads!
Today there’s many a broken heart
Many a desolate home
But in the Book of Fame, in letters of gold
Will the tale of those Salford Lads be told
Those glorious Salford Lads!
Lance Corporal Leonard Robinson, 20th Battalion Rifle Brigade, wrote the poem at Cairo on learning of the death of his brother whilst leading his company at Thiepval on July 1st 1916.
(Lancashire Fusiliers, First Salfords)
It is the First of July I'm telling you of
The day of the Salford Lads
Who writ then a page of history grand
Did deeds which ring throughout the land
Bravo! The Salford Lads!
Imagine the early morning scene
Imagine those Salford Lads
Straining as though upon a leash
Each in his heart the self-same wish
Oh! Those Salford Lads!
Eagerly each as the signal goes
All those Salford Lads
Spring cheering across the parapets
Thinking of the foe to be met
Those gallant Salford Lads!
On and on through No Man’s Land
Speed those Salford Lads
Though many a one is stricken down
There’s many a cheer besides the groan
From those splendid Salford Lads!
Over the Germans’ first line trench
Go those Salford Lads
Their ranks are sadly broken now
But those boys to odds will never bow
Those Salford Lads!
Just a few, about two hundred
Of those Salford Lads
Reach and pass the second lines
In their eyes the light of battle shines
Oh, those Salford Lads!
Ten officers and two hundred men
All Salford Lads
Had fought their way, with courage bold
Right into the Huns’ stronghold
Those glorious Salford Lads!
From out of subterranean ??
Against those Salford Lads
Poured countless Huns, from every cranny
They came, ‘twas quite uncanny
Against those Salford Lads!
Surrounded by foes, but undaunted yet
Stood those Salford Lads
For freedom’s sake they took their stand
And Died, a glorious, gallant band
Of Salford Lads!
Today there’s many a broken heart
Many a desolate home
But in the Book of Fame, in letters of gold
Will the tale of those Salford Lads be told
Those glorious Salford Lads!
Lance Corporal Leonard Robinson, 20th Battalion Rifle Brigade, wrote the poem at Cairo on learning of the death of his brother whilst leading his company at Thiepval on July 1st 1916.
