The young aviator went stuntingAnd as amidst the wreckage he lay – he layTo the mechanics gathered round himThese last parting words did he say – he say:“Take the cylinders out of my kidneysThe connecting rod out of my brain – my brainFrom the small of my back take the crankshaftAnd assemble the engine again – again!”Royal Flying Corps song, First World War.
The young aviator went stuntingAnd as amidst the wreckage he lay – he layTo the mechanics gathered round himThese last parting words did he say – he say:“Take the cylinders out of my kidneysThe connecting rod out of my brain – my brainFrom the small of my back take the crankshaftAnd assemble the engine again – again!”Royal Flying Corps song, First World War.