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