On massive wings, in ‘nefs so bright.

Ev’ry man a king that fateful flight.

When cannon roared and slew and took.

When blood was spilt and Nations shook.

Our lads are gone, now say farewell.

They’ve paid the price, so toll the bell.

Our foes we met up there on high.

We matched them well in the dark’ning sky.

The foe’s ‘Nefs shone green, gray, and black.

All bristling guns and smoking stacks.

Our ‘Nefs were bright in white and blue.

As if new come from fleet review.

Their battle line came into range.

Their cannons gave us harsh exchange.

Our line of battle was scattered then.

Falling hulks and dying men.

Our wounds were grave, our ‘Nefs were battered.

Our will to fight was all but shattered.

But then it seemed from battle’s din.

A voice called out, though weak and thin.

Go on! it said and they all heard.

Though none could say who spoke the words.

The powder-boy though crushed by steel?

The pilot dying at the wheel?

Or was the voice the one within?

Which cries aloud when hope grows dim.

The fleet was buoyed - took up the cry.

Go on, Go on! Flashed cross the sky.

On signal pennant and hertzian wave.

Our war-cry spread to victory save.

Our brave lads rallied, our ‘Nefs reply.

Near swept the foe’s craft from the sky.

Then into them with gun and sword.

The ‘Nefs collide and Airmen board.

Their Colors struck now and ‘Nefs aflame.

So many dead from those who came.

On massive wings, in ‘nefs so bright.

Ev’ry man a king that fateful flight.

When cannon roared and slew and took.

When blood was spilt and Nations shook.

Our homes are safe, we owe them all.