Pictured are some of the young poets on the HMCS Guysborough.

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