To The R A F

Never since English ships went out

To singe the beard of Spain,

Or English sea-dogs hunted death

Along the Spanish Main,

Never since Drake and Raleigh won

Our freedom of the seas,

Have sons of Britain dared and done

More valiantly than these.

Whether at midnight or at noon,

Through mist or open sky,

Eagles of freedom, all our hearts

Are up with you on high;

While Britain's mighty ghosts look down

From realms beyond the sun

And whisper, as their record pales,

Their breathless, deep, Well Done!