They went singing their songs into the battle,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, such lowly cattle,
Sacrificing their lives at freedoms bugle call,
Blown up blown down blown out one and all,
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
Pete Bax 2011