Wings
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"Wings" the Engineer march. It was adopted about 1870 by the Royal Engineers. Because of the close affiliation of the RCE with the RE, "Wings" was also chosen as the RCE march. This traditional Engineer march was then adopted by the CME
I believe the words are:
The Words to - THE ROYAL ENGINEERS (WINGS)
Where the shot and shell are falling
And the bugles are a-calling
Where the smoke and smell of powders' on the wind
And the sharper rifle rattle shows the forefront of the battle
A squad or two of Sappers you will find
Be it bridging or pontooning
Be it surveying or ballooning
A path through swamps or obstacles to clear
Then the man they all will beckon
And the man on whom they'll reckon
Is serving in the Royal Engineers
EVERYWHERE our motto
Where our country needs
Is the Sapper watchword,
Not by words but deeds
First when bugle summon
Last to leave in warIs the proud tradition?
Of our glorious Corps.
Chimo!
I believe the words are:
The Words to - THE ROYAL ENGINEERS (WINGS)
Where the shot and shell are falling
And the bugles are a-calling
Where the smoke and smell of powders' on the wind
And the sharper rifle rattle shows the forefront of the battle
A squad or two of Sappers you will find
Be it bridging or pontooning
Be it surveying or ballooning
A path through swamps or obstacles to clear
Then the man they all will beckon
And the man on whom they'll reckon
Is serving in the Royal Engineers
EVERYWHERE our motto
Where our country needs
Is the Sapper watchword,
Not by words but deeds
First when bugle summon
Last to leave in warIs the proud tradition?
Of our glorious Corps.
Chimo!
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no problem.
Chimo!
Chimo!
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These are the lyrics posted by 1 CER:
http://www.army.gc.ca/1combat_engineers/march.htm
" WINGS"
Where the shot and the shell are falling,
And the bugles are a-calling,
Where the smoke and smell of powder is on the wind;
And the sharper rifle rattle,
Shows the forefront of the battle,
A squad or two of Sappers you will find.
Be it bridging or pontooning,
Be it survey or ballooning,
A path through swamps or obstacles to clear;
Then the man they will all beckon,
And the man on whom they'll reckon,
As serving in the Royal Engineers.
Everywhere our motto where our country needs'
As the Sapper watchword not by words but deeds.
First when bugle summon;
Last to leave in war
Is the proud tradition
Of our glorious Corps.
Wings to bear me over mountain and vale away;
Wings to bathe my spirit in morning's sunny ray.
Wings that I may hover at morn above the sea;
Wings through life to bear me, and death triumphantly.
Wings like youth's fleet moments which swiftly o'er me passed;
Wings like my early visions, too bright, too fair to last.
Wings that I might recall them, the loved, the lost, the dead;
Wings that I might fly after the past, long vanished.
Wings to lift me upwards, soaring with eagle flight;
Wings to waft me heav'nward to bask in realms of light.
Wings to be no more wearied, lulled in eternal rest;
Wings to be sweetly folded where faith and love are blessed.
http://www.army.gc.ca/1combat_engineers/march.htm
" WINGS"
Where the shot and the shell are falling,
And the bugles are a-calling,
Where the smoke and smell of powder is on the wind;
And the sharper rifle rattle,
Shows the forefront of the battle,
A squad or two of Sappers you will find.
Be it bridging or pontooning,
Be it survey or ballooning,
A path through swamps or obstacles to clear;
Then the man they will all beckon,
And the man on whom they'll reckon,
As serving in the Royal Engineers.
Everywhere our motto where our country needs'
As the Sapper watchword not by words but deeds.
First when bugle summon;
Last to leave in war
Is the proud tradition
Of our glorious Corps.
Wings to bear me over mountain and vale away;
Wings to bathe my spirit in morning's sunny ray.
Wings that I may hover at morn above the sea;
Wings through life to bear me, and death triumphantly.
Wings like youth's fleet moments which swiftly o'er me passed;
Wings like my early visions, too bright, too fair to last.
Wings that I might recall them, the loved, the lost, the dead;
Wings that I might fly after the past, long vanished.
Wings to lift me upwards, soaring with eagle flight;
Wings to waft me heav'nward to bask in realms of light.
Wings to be no more wearied, lulled in eternal rest;
Wings to be sweetly folded where faith and love are blessed.
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Wings is also a pretty fine bagpipe tune and plays well with Scotland the Brave...
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And Tactical Ted DeJager, too. Also George Durling, RIP.
