In the flower of youth cut down
Pals
in regiments from every town
Sent
to fight in the Nations name
Sent
to die to the General’s shame
On
foreign fields a generation falls
Heroes
for whom the last post calls
Heroes
sent to fight across the seas
Names
now whispered on the breeze
Gathered
as the bell of tribute tolls
Now
call with pride the honor rolls
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