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Ron Trueman-Border - Guitar
REMEMBER THEM
On crowded platforms waving goodbye, legions of earnest young men
With their hearts downcast but their heads held high we'll remember them
With a pledge for their sweetheart, a smile for their ma and a handshake for their kith and kin
Hiding their fear behind the smiles that they wore, we'll remember them
Blood red poppies in the grey light of dawn on a cold November morning
As the last post plays and a nation mourns, we'll remember them
Bright-eyed boys next door on far foreign shores destined to risk life and limb
For King and for Country in the war to end wars, we'll remember them
Sent to the front line by the high command, condemned with a stroke of the pen
To be damned or die fighting in no man's land we'll remember them
Blood red poppies in the grey light of dawn on a cold November morning
As the last post plays and a nation mourns, we'll remember them
The lost generation who never came home; the loved ones whose family and friends
Weep and lay lillies on faded headstone, we'll remember them
Old soldiers gather to pay their respects braving the rain and the wind
Honour their fallen comrades with these words on their lips, we'll remember them
Blood red poppies in the grey light of dawn on a cold November morning
As the last post plays and a nation mourns, we'll remember them
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