The Blue Ensign
I've sailed with a blue ensign T'was on my grandpa's boat And we where all so proud of it When we were afloat Through summer gales or lazy days We sailed her far from land And always there our Blue ensign Would make us feel so grand Yes grandpa taught us sailing Then one fine summer's day Whilst sailing in the Solent The poor sod passed away He left me all his sailing stuff Packed in his ditty bag But though I searched it thoroughly I couldn't find that flag I asked my sister had she seen The flag so blue and Posh She said she thought that grandma Had put it in the wash. But grandma had the flag no more I asked her had it shrunk 'No' she said 'it's in the bin' 'With all his other junk' Years later I was back at sea A working for the Queen And my boat had a motto Which said 'we come unseen' Sneaking now beneath the waves Our ensign out of sight Confident, Cos we knew. The one we had was white. |
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