Remembrance
It seemed to be oh such fun
As we ran to sign up
In the warming August sun
Oh to march away, back by Christmas
Pausing only to batter the Hun
It seemed to be oh such fun
As we boldly marched away
Crowds were waving, cheering
A multitude of faces to watch us go
Towards a future we could never know
It seemed to be oh such fun
Eighteen years old, never held a gun
To travel see a foreign land
That seemed so far away
Certain I’d be home someday
Now the rain is pouring down
All around me the German guns pound
The earth’s foundations shake
As I fear the very sky will break
As funeral drums now I must surely die
It seemed to be oh such fun
Safety in numbers it won’t be me
The boys from the old brigade
In our hearts the old lie resounds
Dulce decorum est pro patria mori
It seemed to be oh such fun
When we cried havoc and let loose the dogs of war
And now how we rue that fateful August day
It was to be oh such fun
As I cling for grim death to my gun
Upon this foreign field
The wounded and the dead hang on the wire
Worse of all are the piteous cries
The wounded and the maimed
Screaming for their Mother or cursing God
There is nothing I can do
Stop screaming damn you
In Flanders field the poppies grow
In Flanders field the larks still sing
In Flanders field the corpses lie
In Flanders field we believed the lie
In Flanders field the shell holes lie
In Flanders field the wire divides
In Flanders field the Reaper flies
In Flanders field we will all die.
Dulce decorum est pro patria mori
Boneman 2007
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