To
H – in Wad A1
By
Helen M. Nightingale
Oh, it’s fine to have seen
The old land that has been
My father’s and mother’s boast,
But my heart slips away
On this chill winter day
To the warm Victorian coast.
Oh, you’ve welcomed us home,
And we know that we’ve come
As guests to a royal host;
And we’ll never forget
Till our life’s sun shall set
On the long Victorian coast.
Oh, we’ve stood by your side,
And we’ve fought and we’ve died
Where danger and glory were most;
But the only V.C.
That I’m wanting to see
Is my own Victorian Coast.
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