SAS团歌

Song of the Regiment

Lyric by
Col. 'Paddy Mayne'
Lieutenant Colonel Robert Blair Mayne
(To the tune of Lili Marlene)

There was a song we used to hear,
Out in the desert, romantic, soft and clear
Over the ether, came the strain,
That soft refrain, each night again,
To you LILI MARLENE, to you LILI MARLENE.

Check you're in position; see your guns are right,
Wait until the convoy comes creeping through the night,
Now you can pull the trigger, son,
And blow the Hun to Kingdom come,
And LILI MARLENE'S boy friend will never see MARLENE.

Twenty thousand rounds of tracer and of ball,
Forty thousand round of the stuff that makes 'em fall,
Finish your strafing, drive away,
And live to fight another day,
But LILI MARLENE'S boy friend will never see MARLENE.

Creeping into Fuka, forty planes ahead,
Belching with ammunition, and filling them with lead,
A 'flamer' for you, a grave for Fritz,
He's like his planes, all shot to bits,
And, LILI MARLENE'S boy friend will never see MARLENE.

Afika Korps has sunk into the dust,
Gone are the Stukas, its Panzers lie in the rust,
No more we'll hear that haunting strain,
That soft refrain, each night again,
For LILI MARLENE'S boy friend will never see MARLENE.

SAS团歌

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