May all the battles that made the soul howl

Never have been fought in vain

Make worth the conquest that vanquished the foul

So ne’er must  that loss lose the gain

May all the pain that once was abundant

From young men who went out to save

Make all the hope that once was redundant

So ne’er will they writhe in the grave.

May all the men who died in their Glory

Be honoured by all that we see.

Make all the soldiers tell still their story

So ne’er will they lose dignity.

May all the tears, shed with all sorrow,

Never regret what was lost,

Make all that peace that brings a to-morrow

So ne’er will that price pay the cost.

May all those jackets, that  are now tattered,

Wear now the medals with pride,

Make all the world see it all mattered

So ne’er their testimony  hide.

May now those veterans, that hobble and stumble,

Carry their banners with pride,

Make all youth feel now then humble.

So ne’er will their strength be denied

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