Miss Cara Deeney-Bancroft	NAAFI

Bless 'Em All (The J.O.M. Unit Song)

They say there’s a Whitley just leaving Ringway, bound for old Tatton Park

Heavily laden with parachute troops, bound for a jump they adore

There’s many a soldier that’s jumped once before, there’s many a one had a fall

But you’ll get no promotion if your chute doesn’t open

So cheer up my lads bless em all

Bless em all, bless em all, the parachute packers and all

Bless a the Sergeants and their parachutes

Bless all the Corporal’s and their static line chutes, coz were saying goodbye to them all

As out of the Whitley’s we fall, you’ll get no promotion if your chute doesn’t open

So cheer up my lads bless em all.

Abide With Me

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me