As I rushed to the sound of the guns
I thought of all those who had come
Afore us to rush to the sound of the guns
And never returned,
And I thought of all those men
Sat at the back.
Who had sent us all off to the guns,
Who profiteered from the sound of our deaths
not even a one.
And now the days of my youth
are all gone
And my comrade’s memory dimmed.
In the hearts and minds
Of our countrymen
Whose blood their cowardice and slavery
Now soon I must depart
For the halls of the damned
Where I will greet
My fallen Comrades in Arms.