You may recall
When the old century was young
And life was filled with simple joys,
Small children waving from the marshes
As I paddled the careless holiday crowds
To Margate, Chatham and Strood
Streamers hanging gaily from my masthead
White water churning at my bow
The old King, standing, proudly watching,
Acknowledged the river’s sovereignty
And named me Medway Queen.
I carried those marsh babies when bombs fell,
Far from home to Anglian fens
Holding them safe in uncertain times
I calmed their fears
Lullabying their sleep
With heartbeat’s steady thrum.
Then seven thousand souls I saved
Plucked from the roiling waters of Dunkirk
Rescued from confusion and the chaos
Of a nightmare world
And brought them safely home.
Of all those little ships that made
That perilous journey back and forth
I earned the right to call myself
The Heroine of Dunkirk
And as this century grows old
When waves run high or you are far from home
I’ll keep you safe with lullabies and love
And hold you till the nightmares are all gone.
I will be your Medway Queen
Your sunny day, your safe return,
Your constant friend, and till time’s end