Today we remember those that fought in the world wars We practice an age old art, one that formed the nation we call England. By shield wall and sword our country was formed. Perfected by warfare through millennia before. From Greece to Rome, Vandal and Goth Before gunpowder, pike and cannon They fought iron to iron, Axe to calf, Sword to spleen, Spear to throat. Many died in our land For their vision of England Today we pay respect for our countrymen Who lived or died in a hail of bullets, bombs and body parts. And, oh do they deserve it. And us, who love them and have the know of the old Will flick a backward glance to our ancient warriors Warriors for Cnut and Harold , Aethelred and Alfred, Their great armies Their great dead No red flower to remember them. Scattered graves hidden on farmers fields Forgotten hordes of silver and plunder torn asunder buried before battle now grazed over by cattle. Today we remember Tommy and his bayonet, With a steel helmet to protect his English head Well also remember our old, old dead Who dont have a little flower of red
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 00:45:24 +0000