CLANDEBOYE

by By Allan McRae

All Do you remember Clandeboye
As it was in good old days?
When all the guys were all just kids
In just as many ways.

We used to have real good old times
And there was always lots of sport,
We all played baseball and hockey too
And we never had to report.

But things have changed in the world since then
And sport don't flourish the same,
The "kids" have all joined the colors you know
And have a number in front of their name.

Clandeboye has changed a lot
Since the "kids" turned out to be men,
They're fights all over the world today
And they won't all come home again.

They know the thrill of a fighter's life
The best they have, they'll give,
They might go without food and water too
But they'll live, by God, they'll live.

The boys know they·re not fighting in vain
As they offer their life with the rest,
They·re just doing what they think is right
And doing it all for the best.

They all hope to come home again
To Clandeboye once more,
To see the hockey and baseball teams
Carrying on as they did before.

When War is over and victory won
And the boys all get back home,
They'll sit in the store and tell the score
Of Paris and maybe Rome.

They won't be the "kids" that went away
They'll be older, tired and worn,
They'll all be men, some slightly grey
Just very damn glad to be home.

So do your bit for the boys you know
They're doing their best for you,
They won't be the "kids" that went away
They'll be the men through and through