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Scout Memories

Scout Memories
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2016

I’ve marched behind the pipes and drums, when I was just a boy
down Hyde Road and Gorton Lane, filled with pride and joy
the bagpipes loudly playing, with a stirring marching sound
and the banners proudly streaming, as we marched around our town
 
It was the Whit Week marches, we had them every year
crowds would line the pavement, and give a rousing cheer
as we marched by, not quite in step, but doing best we could
and mam would yell out “come on Rob” and the feeling would be good

And then there were the Church Parades, on early Sunday morning
uniform all clean and ironed, don’t fall asleep the warning
carry the flag, down the aisle, a friend on either side
and leave it at the altar, with care, and youthful pride

The main things I remember, about that magic day
I know the flag was heavy, and the walk was a long way
then you had to stand there, hymns were sung, and bells would peal
then home to cheese and bacon, our Sunday morning meal.

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