Here you will find the Poem Our Men of poet William Watson
Our men, they are our stronghold, Our bastioned wall unscaled, Who, against Hate and Wrong, hold This Realm that never quailed; Who bear the noblest burden Life lays on shoulders broad, Asking not fame or guerdon, Asking not gold or laud. They go where England speeds them; They laugh and jest at Fate. They go where England needs them And dream not they are great, And oft, 'mid smoke and smother By blinding warstorm fanned Sons of our mighty Mother, They fall that she may stand. Our sailors, save when sleeping The light sleep of the sea, Their ancient watch are keeping, Mother, for thine and thee! They guard thy maiden daughters From worse than death or pain; The men who ward the waters, The men who man the main. When navies meet and wrestle, And their vast arms strike home -- Vessel with monstrous vessel Matched on the flame-lit foam -- What fleet returns in glory? What fleet makes haste to fly? O Sea, that knowest our story, Thou, thou canst best reply! Then hail to all who gave us Their might of arm and soul, Hot and athirst to save us, To heal, and keep us whole; Whether they serve where yonder Far-burrowing trenches run, Or where the ocean thunder Peals with the thundering gun.
