The lads from our street

The lads from our street The men who fought at Narvik, at Bruneval and Crete, They were youngsters from our village, and lads from down our street; The men who followed Monty, the deathless desert rats Once played round here—with sticks for stumps and lumps of wood for bats: A day will come when bells will ring and flags will be unfurled To cheer the British Tommies who helped to save the world; Great men will tell how once they snatched high victory from defeat, But to us they'll always be the lads who went from down our street.