We left these shores triumphant
Before the battles cast
The sound of cheers still ringing
As one our heartbeats fast
A multitude of muddy boots
‘cross foreign fields all tramped
The sound of thunder, and smell of death
In trenches cold and damp
We dread the call of higher men
For hope and friendships lost
Pawns sacrificed for greater pain
Faint regard for human cost
Some in rags, some in bags
Returned to mothers land
No fanfares for this hero
Sent back, just half a man