(Sung to the tune of "The Mountains of Mourne") A tribute to my two brothers-in-law Jack Smith and Philip Meaney and to the men in the Royal Artillery who served in Malta during the Second World War
There's many a story the War did unfold
But wherever the story of Malta is told
They may say "obique" in a casual way
But remember "ubique" was the gallant R A.
Those boys in the gunpits, where many have died
But "Junkers" and "Stukes" they bravely defied
But to them is was duty they could not foresee
They were writing the story of Malta G.C.
For many a day bomber darkened the skies
Whilst the Gunners looked grave at their meagre supplies
And the planes overhead screamed "Surrender or Die"
But the burst of the Ack was the Gunners reply.
They were not disheartened, they knew not dismay
When the shells were cut down to tend rounds for each day
But they faithfully waited - all eyes on the sea
For the convoy from home - bound for Malta G. C.
And now that the dark days of Malta are gone
Many stories are told of new battles, now won
But there's many a story whose pages begin
With the name of the Island that would not give in
And still they stand faithful - defending with pride
This Island, where others defending ubique you will be
