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There'll always be a Squadron
That's known as Number Three,
Who'll fly or fight with anyone
Wherever they may be.
We fought on Egypt's desert sand,
In Europe's mud and snow,
Beside young men whose lives were lost...
Men we were very proud to know.
The Squadron then later served
In a distant Asian land.
Not in the heat of battle,
But for a hopeful world's peace plan.
And now that we are growing old
We treasure friendships that remain.
With memories of Squadron days ... of hope
...And some that brought us pain
Our lives are in their twilight years,
But of one thing we are certain...
Our love for Number Three will stand
Beyond the final curtain.