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The Beaches Of St. Valery - 3 Pints Gone
It was in 1940 the last days of Spring
We were sent to the Maginot line
A fortress in France built to halt the advance
Of an army from a different time
But we were soon overrun out-thought and outgunned
Pushed further back every day
But we never believed high command would just leave us
So we fought every inch of the way
'Til the 51st Highlanders found themselves back
On the banks of the Somme one more time
It still bore the scars of that war to end wars
The old soldier's scars deep in their minds
But we couldn't stay long for the Panzers rolled on
As the battle raged west t'wards the sea
Until on June the 10th when sapped of all strength
I entered St Valery
And all I recall is the last boat leavin'
My brother on board waving and calling to me
And the Jocks stranded there wi' their hands in the air
On the beaches of St Valery
So I huddled all night in a hammered old house
As the shells and the bullets rained down
'Til just before dawn our hopes were still strong
For we moved to the beach from the town
But the boat that had left on the day we arrived
Was the last one that we'd ever see
An' with no ammo or food we had done all we could
So we surrendered at St Valery
And all I recall is the last boat leavin'
My brother on board waving and calling to me
And the Jocks stranded there wi' their hands in the air
On the beaches of St Valery
When I returned at the end of the war
From the Stalag where I'd been confined
I read of the battles the allies had fought
Stalingrad Alamein and the Rhine
And with pride in their hearts people spoke of Dunkirk
How defeat had become victory
But nobody mentioned that Highland Division
They'd never heard of St Valery
No stories no statues for those that were killed
No honours for those who were caught
Just a deep sense of shame as though we were to blame
Though I knew in my heart we were not
So I've moved to a country I've come to call home
But my homeland lies far o'er the sea
But I never return while my memory still burns
On the beaches of St Valery
And all I recall is the last boat leavin'
My brother on board waving and calling to me
And the Jocks stranded there wi' their hands in the air
On the beaches of St Valery
