HAIL ! DUKE OF NORMANDIE LODGEBy Bro. E.J. Middleton
"Dark were the days of Jersey’s Isle
The Invaders grip was strong.
Verboten ! Verboten ! was everything
of laughter, of joy, of song.
You shall not meet in the open street,
numbering more than three.
And behind closed door,
you shall talk no more:
Or do aught that I cannot see.
Transgress and the penalty may be death
on your peril refute my law,
For I am your master in everything
your ruler by might of war.
Should any be foolish enough to doubt
by gesture, or smile or frown.
As sure as I tread your Island soil
I’ll hunt him and bring him down.
Dark were the days in Jersey’s Isle
Dark seemed the future view,
Yet a Lodge of our Order took the test
and proved what men can do.
Men who stand firm for freedom’s right
flaunting the Huns’ dammed law
Who met in a secret place alone
and behind a fast tyled door.
Normandie ! Normandie ! Lodge of the Duke
such was the name they bore
Who worked thro’ the years to uphold our name
our honour, our rights and more.
Hard were they pressed and hard beset
steadfast and true they stood
Knowing that later release must come
and evil give place to good.
Out of the mists of the English shores
The little ships came through
Bringing release from the Tyrants rule
Peace and hope to the Noble few.
And Brother met Brother of all Degree’s
Kangaroo, Primo & Knight,
And the tale was told of those first dark years
And the long drawn silent fight.
Of peril encountered, of dangers met
Of the hope which was never lost
Of the love and belief in Brotherhood
when all else was overcast.
And we who now learn in later days
how you kept your Order free
Are proud indeed to be here with you,
Hail ! Duke of Normandie."
Presented By Knights Chapter Of Glostershires No. 71