and did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
in some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
and though you died back in
1916to that loyal heart you're forever nineteen.
or are you a stranger without even a name?
forever enshired behind some old glass pane.
in an old photograph torn, tattered and stained,
and faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.
did they beat the drums slowly,
did they play the fife lowly,
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
did the band play the
Last Post and chorus,
did the pipes play the
Flowers of the Forest?