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The song had, I believe, 24 verses in its fullest form. Each Squadron is said to have customised it a little.
Another
Wrap me up in my old flying jacket,
And give me a joystick to hold, to hold,
And I'll soar once again o'er the trenches
And thus shall my exploits be told.
151 at Biggin Hill had a verse which mentioned Seely, who was one of the Lords and Masters
The words I have are very similar to Graeme's but vary in places.
Take the cylinder out of my kidneys,
The connecting rod out of my brain, my brain,
From the small of my back take the crank shaft
And assemble the engine again.
There was also:
A young aviator lay dying,
And as in the wreckage he lay, he lay
To the mechanics assembled around him,
These last parting words he did say.
OR
A young Aviator went stunting.
and
And now I suppose I'll be joining
The Flying Corps up in the sky, the sky
Hope the angels have heard of "Iota"
And the wings that they give me will fly.
Anyone else who has any stray verses, please post them. I am interested to collect all variations and verses.
Thanks to Graeme for the start.
Darryl
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Nunquam obliviscar
Not here are the goblets glowing,
Not here is the vintage sweet;
'Tis cold as our hearts are growing,
And dark as the doom we meet.
But stand to your glasses, steady!
And soon shall our pulses rise:
A cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!
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