ISSUE: Autumn 1939
In battles of no renown My fellows and I fell down,
And over the dead men roar The battles they lost before.
The thunderstruck flagstaffs fall,
The earthquake breaches the wall,
The far-felled steeples resound,
And we lie under the ground.
Oh, soldiers, saluted afar By them that had seen your star,
In conquest and freedom and pride Remember your friends that died.
Amid rejoicing and song Remember, my lads, how long,
How deep the innocent trod The grapes of the anger of God.
