To The R A F

Never since English ships went

To singe the beard of Spain,

Or English sea-dogs hunted

Along the Spanish Main,

Never since Drake and Raleigh

Our freedom of the seas,

Have sons of Britain dared and

More valiantly than these.

Whether at midnight or at noon,

Through mist or open sky,

Eagles of freedom, all our

Are up with you on high;

While Britain's mighty ghosts look

From realms beyond the

And whisper, as their record pales,

Their breathless, deep,

Well Done!