Those gallant young men,

Lives lost for valiant cause;

For love, for King, for country.

To die in foreign fields surrounded

By enemy, by comrades, by horror.

Our waiting Maker takes each alone

Dismissing those deadly duties done,

Until silent falls that bloodstained ground.

Let them sleep;

Those men, Those boys, thoseĀ children,

Safe knowing their loss

Gave us our tomorrow.

For then, for now, forget them not.

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