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The Little Ships ©

In commemoration of the 65th anniversary in 2005 of the evacuation of 385,000 Allied troops.

Robbie Kennedy Bennett
Wolverhampton, England
2005

Lots of fellows lay dead in the sand
Tobacco in a pocket and rifle in hand,
Inside their uniform
There's an old greasy comb,
Some were never leaving
And some were going home.

The Little Ships came sailing
Across the channel over sea,
They sailed to save those Allied Troops
Wherever they may be.

British forces were in retreat
On Dunkirk beaches
The Little Ships did greet.

Hitler's onslaught of Belgium and France
Those Allied men
Fought to stop his advance.

River cruisers, yachts and tugs
Anything that sailed
Like old tin mugs.

Lest we forget those Little Ships return
With soldiers aboard
And comrades to yearn.

When they saw that armada of vessels
They couldn't believe their eyes,
They swam to anything that stayed afloat
They swam to save their lives.

Lots of fellows lay dead in the sand
Tobacco in a pocket and rifle in hand,
Inside their uniform
There's an old greasy comb,
Some were never leaving
And some were going home.



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