[ male voice Commander with binoculars]: "I see the little blighter... it's Winkie! The fastest pigeon in the West!" [Verse 1] Beaufort Bomber, port engine gone Losing altitude, we’re barely hanging on 120 miles of freezing foam No radio signal to call us home George Ross’s girl in a metal box Released in a storm while the dinghy rocks No ink on her leg, no scroll in her hand Just a blue-chequered shadow over No Man's Land [Chorus] Put a medal on my chest Beneath the grey and the soot I’m a hero of the trenches On a single yellow foot I didn’t fly for glory I didn't fly for the crown I flew so the boys Could keep the hammer down [Verse 2] Strained through the darkness, oil on her wing A 15-hour flight, the only hope we could bring Back to Broughty Ferry, to the loft in the lane Exhausted and bedraggled, but shaking the rain They looked at her feathers, they looked at the clock Calculated the wind from the Leuchars dock They found us in the water, four souls in the gray Because one little bird wouldn’t look away [Bridge] Now she’s got a twitch, a wink in her eye A permanent scar from that hole in the sky Guest of honour at the officers' mess The first Dickin Medal on her feathered breast But she’s back on the pavement, chasing a crumb The ghost of the engine still makes her hum [Chorus] Put a medal on my chest Beneath the grey and the soot I’m a hero of the trenches On a single yellow foot I didn’t fly for glory I didn't fly for the crown I flew so the boys Could keep the hammer down [Outro] Fastest in the West... Yeah, she’s Winkie. (Fade out with the sound of a distant prop engine)
