The Anglo-Sarnian Alliance: a poem
A poem reproduced in J. Linwood Pitts' Guernsey and its Bailiwick, 1889.
The Anglo-Sarnian Alliance
When Norman William crossed the seas
To win Old England’s crown,
Old Sarnia’s sons went forth as well,
To share his high renown.
They fought beside him on that field
Where Harold’s hosts fell back,
And Norman valour won the day,
And triumphed at Senlac.
Then ever to our Norman Dukes
Did Sarnia’s heart beat true,
While Norman Dukes were English Kings
And loved to dare and do.
And when Old Normandy no more
Her lot with England cast,
Then Sarnia clave to England still
And loved her to the last.
Eight hundred years have sped away,
Yet Sarnia ne’er has changed;
No lapse of time has cooled her love
Nor yet her heart estranged.
Whene’er Old England had a fight—
Some grand historic fray,—
Old Sarnia’s sons were always there
To help to win the day.
Old Guernsey Granite never failed,—
Uncrushed by land or sea,—
And what has happened in the past,
Shall in the future be;
For Sarnia’s heart is steadfast still.
And constant to the core,
And beats as loyally today
As e’er it beat of yore.