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Wings

Where the shot and shell are falling
And the bugles are a-calling,
Where the smoke and smell of powder's 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 Sappers watchword
Not by words but deeds
First when bugle summon
Last to leave in war
Is the proud tradition
Of our glorious Corp!

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