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LEST WE FORGET
A single tear rolled down his cheek, He could not breathe, he could not speak, The wind was cold, he did not mind, His comrades dead and he was blind. A hand reached out and took his own, And gently placed it on the stone, The names he felt were those he knew, And...
My Poppy
My poppy I wear with pride. Please don't try and make it about politics or religion. This is why I wear with pride. Poppies are red for all the blood that is spilled on the battlefields. Poppies have green leaves to represent the grass where all the fallen are buried....
World of tragedy
My heart is weary from the grieving it has done For the sacrifices by our living and of our dead who have gone There seems to be no end to this death and misery What on earth can we mortal do to stop this tragedy The search for justice and trust in God, are the words...
ENGLAND MY ENGLAND
England my England is going England of my father’s has gone England of tomorrow is blowing In like a darkening storm The tide of the century is turning As it turned in centuries before But this time sadly I’m learning It is turning as never before England my England...
The Land o’ The Leal
In the land of the loyal where brave men sleep Where the willows in silent homage weep What stories of courage they could tell Of the friends who lived, of the friends who fell Of the battles they lost, of the battles they won Of the demons they fought in the cruel...
HEY
Hey I'm only 15 Jimmy Jones is my name but im joining the pals and fighting for fame for king and for country im willing to die to keep England free im willing to lie To join up for service you must be 18 it's a lie I must tell to fight is my dream if I have to Waite...