Soldier, soldier marching to war,
with mother waving from the door.
Within her heart a silent prayer,
from trembling lips,”Please do take care”.
Soldier, soldier you are just eighteen,
off to fight for your King and Queen.
So your country can live in peace,
to win the war, so conflicts cease
Soldier, soldier is laying there,
with blood matting his blonde hair.
A mother’s son is now at rest,
the countrys youth has done his best.
Soldier, soldier so young and brave,
with bare heads bowing at your grave.
Thousands of men their lives to give,
alas they have died so we can live.
Soldier, soldier your deed is done,
the last post plays, silent the gun.
Peace has come to the battlefield.
where young men died, they would not yield.
As we sing, lord with me abide,
and then support and cheer our side.
Soldiers, sailors,the men that flew,
on this day we remember you.