Daisey's Note
In the darkest of days back in nineteen sixteen,
Daisy worked in a factory where she often saw,
men march to the port embarking for Egypt
to fight for King and Country in a terrible war.
Along with her friends Daisy threw good luck notes,
with their name and address for the soldiers to write,
and Horace, one soldier picked up Daisy’s note,
and to her surprise, his letter arrived.
So from the hundreds of pieces of paper
that littered the road on that march,
Horace and Daisy did not know that day
they had met as he sailed away.
And so their letters travelled both ways.
Now there are photographs close to their hearts.
Daisy met Horace’s family a long time before,
the war was over that kept them apart.
So from the hundreds of pieces of paper
that littered the road on that march,
Horace and Daisy did not know that day
they had met as he sailed away.
On May twenty-first, nineteen seventy-one,
Fifty-five years later there’s a year turning gold,
In Daisy’s sister’s Greensborough home -
There’s a toast from their kin,
thankful for Daisy’s note Horace found to unfold.
So from the hundreds of pieces of paper
that littered the road on that march,
Horace and Daisy did not know that day
they had met as he sailed away -
when Daisy waved her Horace away.
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