Just an old fashioned Stirling
With old fashioned ways
A fuselage tattered and torn.
Four Hercules engines keep chugging away
She's flying from midnight to dawn.
Though she don't go so fast,
No great height does she claim,
Sure there's something that makes her divine
When she flies there on high
She's the Queen of the sky
She's that old fashioned Stirling of mine
Taken from Stirling Wings by Jonathan Falconer - song often sung in the sergeants mess at Lakenheath where 149 Sqn were based in 1943
After 10 months of sloggi