WOOLWICH’S ANTHEM

I’m standing in Beresford Square

 Looking north to the Arsenal

My mind sounds heard

Retelling a past historical.

The trams’ wheels sizzling

Step over the cobbles

The foundry’s breathing

And the laughing rabble.

Husbands, sons crossing the Gate

Mind filled with joyful dreams

Making the world’s fate

Under the murky screams.

They’re Woolwich’s heart

Steaming forever ahead

With iron willpower

The world will be for them.

That’s their legacy left

Nothing expecting in return

Let’s raise the flag high

And proudly show it around.

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London, 1^st May 2012