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The masquerade was at an end

The last trump card has been played

Now the fight is on

It's time to raise the White Ensign!

Beattie gave his order for all guns to open fire

The Oerlikens, the twelve Pounder, the Mortars

The Hotchkiss, the Pom-pom, The Brenguns

The Germans didn't wait any longer And answered their enemy's call by replying with their coastal defenses

To put up a curtain of hail

FIRE! FEUER! From the start the battle wasn't equal

The Germans firing  from (fixed and) protected positions

While the British were exposed on exposed on moving platforms

Firing into a blinding white glare After a duel of a few minutes

The British gunners gained superiority

Though it didn't last for long It won them some valuable time

Forward and forward they speeded towards their goal

Closer and closer, came the entrance , the dock and the mole

Here comes the Navy! Focal point of the German fire became the Campletown

Her sides seemed to be alive with bursting shells

The Germans felt the pressure of the firepower of the attackers, Yet the Campletown took many losses from the moment the action broke loose

Traces, shells, bullets, flying

Beattie  and Tibbets kept the ship on a steady coarse

towards it's goal

Defying the searchlights and artillery, onwards she goes

Further...Further...Further...Further...

She goes!...She goes!