IN FLANDERS FIELD
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Had they lived what tales to tell?
Young men who were really boys
Boys who thought that guns were toys
Bayonets fixed they’re ready to go
Through the mud and the frozen snow
Young men in a foreign land
The meaning of war they didn’t understand
Adventure was all they really sought
But it never turned out the way they thought
It’ll be over by Christmas they were told
But Christmas has gone, and it’s ever so cold
They sit in trenches and think of home
With hearts as heavy as a stone
Then a shout is heard from down the line
One last cigarette boys it’s nearly time
Then up the ladder and over the top
It’s a terrible thing to see young men drop
The dead and wounded all around
Lay where they fell on frozen ground
All those men died side by side
A terrible death but filled with pride
They died for you they died for me
They died so we could all be free
So please let’s never forget the brave
Those young men who went to an early grave
R.I.P
Robert Lewis Liverpool
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