“The firefly lamps were lighted yet, As we crossed the top of the parapet, But the East grew pale to another fire, As our bayonets…

Was it only yesterday Lusty comrades marched away? Now they’re covered up with clay. Hearty comrades these have been, But no more will they be…

Before I joined the Army I lived in Donegal, Where every night the Fairies, Would hold their carnival. But now I’m out in Flanders, Where…