Members Poems

 

 

 

STINGERS FOREVER

WE WERE BORN IN VIETNAM

WHERE WE DEVELOPED OUR MIGHTY BRUTE

HOME WE CAME WITH AN HONOUR ROLL

AND STILL, WE ARE RESOLUTE

 

OUR NEXT TRIP WAS SOMALIA

WHOSE PEOPLE WERE FAR FROM GRACIOUS

AFTER FOUR MONTHS OF DESERT SANDS

HOME WE CAME TENACIOUS

 

THEN CAME GENOCIDE IN RWANDA

IN AFRICA ONCE AGAIN

WE DEPLOYED A SECTION MINUS

OUR REPUTATION WILL REMAIN

 

TO EAST TIMOR NEXT IN 99

THEY CALLED IT INTERFET

AFTER FOUR MONTHS OF JUNGLE DUTY

BACK TO AUSTRALIA WE SET

 

AGAIN WE RETURN TO TIMOR

A TROOP WE WENT AT A TIME

FIRST UNTAET THEN UNMISET

MORE BLOOD MORE SWEAT MORE GRIME

 

THE WORLD IS A CHANGING PLACE

SOMETHING WE CANNOT STOP

THE INFANTRY WILL ALWAYS NEED US

SOMETHING CLICKERS CANNOT TOP

 

FOR B SQN IS OURS FOREVER

OUR GUNS ARE BY OUR SIDE

WE SEEK A LIFE OF HONOUR

FREE FROM ALL FALSE PRIDE

 

WE SHALL FIRE OUR GUNS WITHOUT ENVY

LONG BEFORE WE BAIL

DRAPE OUR FLAG APON OUR COFFIN

SHOULD WE EVER FAIL

 

HAIL WITHOUT WARNING

AND INTO THE ATTACK

OUR STING YOU SHALL NEVER SEE

FOR THE COLOUR OF DEATH IS BLACK

 

WE WERE BORN IN VIETNAM

TODAY WE ARE STILL BRUTE

BUT TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY

TENACIOUS AND RESOLUTE.

 

ONION 1992-2003 (CPL Chris Eynon) written after 2TP tour in 2003

 

 

STINGERS OF 3rd BRIGADE

THERE’S A BAND OF DECENT FELLOWS

IN THEIR CARRIERS RUNNING OUTBACK.

YOU’LL HEAR THEIR ENGINES ROARING

IF YOU FOLLOW IN THEIR TRACKS

THEIR WAYS ARE RUFF AND HEARTY

AND THEY CALL A SPADE A SPADE

AND A PRETTY TENACIOUS SQUADRON

ARE THE BOYS FROM THREE BRIGADE

 

THEY’VE PAINTED MANY A UNIT

AND THEIR COLOURS ARE BLUE, WHITE AND BLACK

THEY’VE BEEN DEPLOYED TO MANY A COUNTRY

AND CARRIED THE INFANTRY INTO ATTACK

AND YET AGAIN WITH GUNS BLAZING

THEY WILL GET YOU THERE AND BACK

THE BOYS FROM THREE BRIGADE

 

THEY LIKE THEIR BEER AND SPIRITS

AND ARE ALWAYS LOOKING FOR A SHOUT

THEIR DRINKING HOLE IS THE SCORPION CLUB

WERE THEY MAKE NEW MATES AND GO OUT

AND IF THEIR LUCKY THEY MAY GET LAID OR JUST MISS OUT

THE BOYS FROM THREE BRIGADE

 

THE BOYS OF THREE BRIGADE ARE

FASTIDIOUS IN THERE TASTE

IN THE MATTER OF WOMAN

AND THE INCHES OF HER WAIST

SHE MUST HAVE LARGE BOSSOMS

AND A TASTY SPOT AS WELL

THEN HER MOTHER MAY SEND HER

TO THE BOYS FROM THREE BRIGADE

 

WE ARE THE FINEST ARMOURED UNIT

WHICH EVERYONE KNOWS TO WELL

FOR THOSE WHO DON’T LOOK AT OUR GUIDON

THE BATTLE HONOURS SHOULD SURELY TELL

WE’VE BEEN AROUND THE WORLD

AND WHEN THEY ASK, “WHO ARE THEY”

THEIR ANSWER WILL ALWAYS BE

THE STINGERS FROM THREE BRIGADE

 

By Cpl B. R. Berry. B Sqn 3rd/4th Cav Regt

RESOLUTE

 

GUARDIANS OF THE PAST

A group of march in's with faces eagerly glowing

Not one of them ever really knowing,

The amount of pride they were about to receive

From the old diggers they were about to relieve,

Even though these old diggers from the unit are gone

It's the new diggers who must carry tradition on,

They go to our museum to visit our unit's past

Here a proud impression is sure to last,

There on show for all to see

Is the Third Fourth Cavalry's history,

And staring at them on the wall

Are the faces of those who served before,

Who travel abroad to some foreign mud

To write the Regiment's name in blood,

The new soldier now carries the glory of these men

Until we are called to war again,

But until that day he will walk proud

And in the boozers he'll sing Cavalry songs out loud

For this new soldier's now Cavalry to the bone

As sure as he wears the beret and chrome,

And wherever he goes he'll carry inside

That unmistakable Cavalry pride

 

by LCpl Mick Walburn.

TENACIOUS

The Greatest Honour, the Greatest Wish

The greatest honour on Earth had during this life,
After creating a child and taking a wife.

Is to step up to the mark, unpersuaded and calmly,
Volunteering to serve in our nation’s army.

With strangers at first but now can be sworn,
From the same mother we all could be born.

Through the years we serve, strong friendships we make,
The kind which when tested does not easily break.

The unit we still love where we all lived together,
And hoped those days would remain with us forever.

With heavy a heart some chose not to stay,
Some with no choice have since passed away.

And whatever we do now the seed has been sown,
Wherever we venture we all have a home.

These days when some prepare for a long desert march,
Our thoughts are with them and with those who have passed.

Those left behind will sincerely confide,
The greatest wish now is to be by your side.

Farewell my brothers, farewell my mates,
Whether a journey to war or those heavenly gates.

Whichever it be the destination the same,
Just a question of how long we play this game.

And when it concludes we will all rv,
Together again we will all finally be.

Michael Walburn