THE BELGIAN COAST PATROL 221

THE SONG OF THE BELGIAN COAST PATROL


See how slowly move our vessels as they pass along your shore,
Just as if the times were peace-times and we were not at war,
We're a challenge to your seamen to come boldly to the fray;
We form a deadly insult as you watch us day by day,
With our broadsides to your harbours inside the Hinder shoal,
Here we flaunt the old White Ensign on the Belgian Coast Patrol

You have had no sea traditions by your fathers handed down,
Nor history to emulate or make you seek renown;
You can know naught of sea honour that the true-born sailor heeds,
Of the laws that rule his actions and regulate his deeds.
You know not naval chivalry, your "kultur" killed your soul,
Or you'd never brook the insult of the Belgian Coast Patrol.

Come right out and fight, you pirates; you can see the force that's here
There is nothing to support us, no reinforcement near.
You have merely to take courage and to try to rush our line;
You will bring with you a challenge our ships will not decline.
Come and boldly stop the insult, come from the sheltering Mole
And those batteries that save you, come and fight the Coast Patrol

You will not wage the honest war that of old the world has seen,
But try to win by murder with your pirate submarine.
You cannot grasp it's fighting fair that alone the fighter thrills,
Or that skulking out of gunshot all warlike spirit kills.
Send round more ships if you've too few, we'll gladly meet the whole
For the glory of Old England and the Belgian Coast Patrol.

FROM WW2 DOVER PATROL

VIA: Capt. Joe Earl.