The Wearing of the Green

 

 
A Wearing of the Green by Malcolm Cleverley
 
 

 

Oh, Paddy Hehir did you hear the griff that’s in the air,
That the Yo Yo boys have won the war and the Third Tanks were not there,
Oh, the Staffs were first in Mersa and the Notts they took Matruh
When both led to Benghazi oh, then where the hell were you?
Miles and mile ahead of them a ‘probin’ Jerry’s screen,
A Tank Corps crew far u p the ‘Blue’, a wearing of the Green.

You remember in September when we battered Jerry’s flanks,
The Notts ran out of petrol and the Staffs ran out of tanks,
For the Grants they shot the cruisers up and Jerry shot the Grants,
But the best of what was left did withy ‘Crisp’ column get its chance,
As they swarmed around Himamel learned to see and not be seen,
With the Tank Corps crew far up the ‘Blue’, a wearing of the Green.

When Rommel came to Alemein and Monty rolled him back,
Two famous Gee-Gee regiments were first in the attack
Oh, the press was full of praises and the flicks were full of shots,
Of the story of the Staffords and the glory of the Notts,
But miles and miles ahead of them a ‘probin’ Jerry’s screen,
A Tank Corps crew far up the ‘Blue’, a wearing of the Green.

Now when we come to Tripoli and toured around the town,
They went and told the story of the Eighth Brigades renown,
Oh, they named the Greys, they named the Notts, the Staffords they did name
But they never named the boys who were first upon the scene,
A Tank Corps crew far up the ‘Blue’, a wearing of the Green.

Oh, the Eighth Hussars they sailed back home for the Victory Parade,
And the Gloucesters and the CLY with their medals well displayed,
Oh, the Tenth Hussars were shining and the Lancers spruce and spare,
And the boys were bull-shitting, but the Third Tanks they were where?
Miles and Miles behind then digging a latrine,
A Tank Corps crew still up the ‘Blue’, a wearing of the Green.

Oh, now we wear a Fox’s mask but once instead of that,
We did display so bright and gay a crimson desert rat,
And when the show is over and friends ask about the war,
Our proudest claim we have to fame and the proudest badge we wore,
Is the little tank upon our sleeve and the flashes that are to be seen,
On any Third Tank crew from the desert ‘blue’ a wearing of the Green.

 
 
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