THE LANCASTRIAN BRIGADE BAND and CORPS of DRUMS
	A Poem by Alan Urquhart.

Down Watling Street I did roam

One bright and sunny morn.

The sound of drums I soon did hear

And very soon a Band appeared.

The Lancastrian Brigade were giving the treat

They were rehearsing beating the retreat.

Precision and discipline was everywhere

As they marched up and down the barrack square.

Loyals, Borders, King’s own are here

South Lancs and Manchesters also appear.

The 20^th Foot, East Lancs and all

Stand smartly at attention to the drummer’s call.

Familiar bugle calls heard once again

Interspersed with a mellow refrain.

Young lads too played with this band

Learning their music from older hands.

Evening hymn at the end of the day

Memories brought back as we walk life’s way.

The seven regiments they represent

Will live on forever in patrol and lament.

Now if you are passing that famous arch

And the Lancastrian Brigade are on the march.

Applaud their efforts and practice to endeavour

That the red rose of Lancashire will live on forever.

Alan Urquhart

Royal British Legion.

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