far flung Roman legion
||Those as “rookies” here arriving
world, with iron hand,
||As trained soldiers were “passed out”.
brought them to the region
||Centurion tank and armoured carrier
them as “Cumbria’s Land.”
||Bren guns, sten guns, PIATs, too,
cross the Tweed they sallied
||Spitfires roar near sonic barrier
met the doughty Scot.
||Where the Roman eagle flew!
back, their ranks soon rallied
||Men from every allied nation
ever - hallowed spot.
||Drilled where Hadrian used to train;
Hadrian – famous warrior-
||Learnt new skills in preparation
built a mighty Wall
||For assault on France again.
|As the most
||Victory came and Hadrians settled
raids from painted Gaul.
||Peacefully to routine fare;
start, then, of our College
||Hussars’ horses highly mettled
wild and wind – swept site,
||Pranced about the barrack square!
soldiers seeking knowledge,
day and Prep. By night !
||But some Minister of vision
loathed this northern station!
||Chose it as a R.E.M.E. College,
frozen on the
||And the War Office made provision
cursed the Scottish nation!
||For the spread of modern knowledge
prevented their recall
||To fitters – gun, VMs and others
homeland, where their fellows
||Brought from Scotlands furthest straths,
joined in orgy glorious,
||Torn from arms of loving mothers
wild applauding bellows
||Here to learn the joys of maths!
lions were victorious
||Though at first success came slowly
Christian Martyrs, weekly,
||Soon a sense of pride arose
shivered wet and weary
||From beginnings poor and lowly
through the darkness bleakly
||Carlisle’s name illustrious grows.
o’er the landscape dreary.
||Cups were won for hockey, shooting,
spears they nightly burnished
||Cricket, running, rugger, too:
frozen on their “pits”.
||Colleges on equal footing
barracks, Spartan – furnished,
||Soon the might of Hadrian’s knew!
sadly, “We were ‘nits’
||Boxing and athletic meeting,
joined the Roman legion,
||Pipe and Brass and Corps of Drums,
||Every College risks a beating
posted to a region
||When to Hadrian’s it comes,
State controls the beer!”
||Trade results and education
them a two years’ training
||Fav’rably compare with most.
a posting home,
||A/T. from this happy station,
prospect of remaining
||“We’re the greatest!” proudly boast.
service far from Rome.
||Lowland fells and Scottish heather
||Training grounds beyond compare
||Bracing winds and Carlisle weather,
through the passing ages
||Snow – clad slopes and champagne air!
flourished on its own;
||No other camp throughout the land
name in History’s pages
||Could match Carlisle in any way:
Aborfield was known!
||The “Q” brief passed – new barracks
|But alas !
the Roman nation
||Building to start without delay!
besieged by savage foes,
||A rosy future stretched ahead
left their northern station –
||Until a bitter blow revealed
wall, the wild wind blows.
||That Hadrian’s camp was doomed instead
stonework swiftly crumble
||To move, en bloc, to Arborfield!
||And so, ere long, this ancient site
carts on the ramparts rumble;
||Will once more rumble to decay
the College stands!
||And Hadrian’s eagle soar in flight
war lord, Hore – Belisha,
sprawling Spiders rot away!
fresh camp on the site,
||Yet all who served here must ensure
newly – formed militia
||Carlisle’s traditions never fade
restored this Country’s might.
||But through the years unchanged endure
ground the spiders sprawling
||In memory of the part She played,
swiftly, strange and stark.
||In training them as craftsmen skilled
recruits from dawn to dark.
||And sportsmen worthy of the name.
College, once more thriving,
||Their debt to Her will be fulfilled
the sergeants’ shout.
||If they preserve Her honoured name!