Scarborough Remember with a Poppy by a Poem written by G.A. Deacon of Scarborough, 21st December 1914.

 

 On that cold December morning,
Through the misty morning they came.
Perchance they thought their coming,
Would add laurels to their name.

They shelled our dear defenceless homes,
Men, women and children too.
To burn, to kill, to destroy,
Is what they meant to do.

Bravely they fought with might and main,
Daring to do or die,
Bravely they fought for well they knew,
There was nothing to reply.

No doubt they'll get the Kaiser's thanks,
For a raid so 'bravely' done,
No doubt they'll get the Iron Cross,
For a 'victory' nobly won.

The Guardian Angel saw their work,
And looked on it with shame.
To shell defenceless homes and babes,
Forever stains their name.

Fair play is a jewel,
But their 'Kultur' knows no right.
They throw their deadly mines and run,
And shun an honest fight.

Base cowards, we shall meet them.
We've an insult to repay.
And when our tars do greet them,
They'll never forget the day

Fight on brave true Britishers.
Fight with all your might.
God will give you victory,
For God defends the right.

Now and Now Scarborough Full of Remembrance, No Reply and Nothing to Say Except
RIP ALL eYOU!!

Published by Djamel Benrejdal, Scarborough, North Yorkshire