The coffins pass through Wootten Bassett.
How often will those words be heard
The passing of the fallen dead.
As one by one men homeward come
The father, brother, precious son.
While churchbells for the dead will chime
We compose our eulogies and rhymes.
Your friends and colleagues stand in line
To say their goodbyes one last time…
Young lives were cruelly sacrificed
While others have the truth denied.
And with the passage of the years
The drying in our eyes of tears.
Our sorrow tempered now with pride
In men -who with such courage died.