By: Garth Paul Ukrainetz
Poet Laureate of the Blackmud Creek
From the collection of Albert Sayer, courtesy Karen Pelton
Roll on Canadian minesweeper
The boys are coming, it won’t be long
Roll on Canadian minesweeper
Roll on Canadians
Roll on
Through English Channel we are all sailing
For the invasion of Normandy
Every soldier’s beating heart praying
Roll on Canadians
Roll on
My love is waiting in Guysborough
Oh Nova Scotia my home sweet home
I shall return when bitter war’s over
Roll on Canadians
Roll on
Machine guns firing, mortar shells exploding
Bullets flying, blood is everywhere
Red crashing waves upon the sands of Juno
Roll on Canadians
Roll on
Seagulls fallen on the coils of wire
Our boys are dying singing freedom’s song
Now in heaven a new angel choir singing
Roll on Canadians
Roll on
With tears of joy I know you’ll bring me flowers
A little poppy on your heart you’ll bare
Orange tulips for the liberation, singing
Roll on Canadians
Roll on