Forged in sound, in steel, in skill,
On November’s fourth, two thousand seven,
Craftsmen gathered with shared will,
Hands shaped by earth, hearts tuned to heaven.
Not for profit, yet rich in aim,
A brotherhood, a guiding light,
To guard the craft, uphold its name,
Support each home, each family’s fight.
On twelfth December, two thousand ten,
The Guild stood firm, made whole, complete,
A covenant of tuned amen,
Where labour, learning, care would meet.
A forum born for practice shared,
For wisdom passed from hand to hand,
For teaching minds, for skills prepared,
For futures tuned across the land.
From health and safety, strong and sure,
To research, progress, bold and new,
From large commissions, worked as one,
To raw materials wisely used.
A union voice, a listening ear,
A shelter when the road is steep,
A place where every note is heard,
Where members speak and all may keep.
For music stands between the worlds,
As Beethoven so truly knew—
A power greater than its source,
A force both spiritual and true.
So too the pan, in fire born,
Now rings across both near and far,
As Guild members, globally sworn,
Tune instruments that travel stars.
They seed new bands where none had been,
In virgin lands, new rhythms rise,
Expanding culture, hope unseen,
Steel voices claiming open skies.
With leadership both firm and fair:
Chairman Robbie Joseph’s hand,
Vice Chair Toussaint Clarke stands there,
Guiding vision, strong and planned.
Secretary Cordelia “Dene” Johnney,
Keeps the pulse, the words, the way,
While Treasurer Aubrey Bryan guards
The roots that let the Guild hold sway.
The UKSPTG moves ahead,
To promote, develop, innovate,
A living craft, a future fed,
By tuned devotion, sound and faith.
In every note, in every pan,
The Guild’s true mission rings out clear—
Steel shaped by heart, by mind, by hand,
For generations yet to hear.