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Boys
BOYS! Unlike the boys that crossed the Somme We will, we will, we will go on We will go on to live a life To raise a family, to love a wife To feel the good, to feel the bad To feel the happy, to feel the sad We will go on to honour those Who on that field spent their goes Cashed in their chips and paid their debts Thank you gentlemen, no more bets And now one hundred years from go Have we learnt to love our foe? Have we moved from the killing fields? To see what talking and loving yields To see we will, we will, we will go on To save the children that crossed the Somme They will not grow old, as we have done They will, they will, they will be young Now move it forward one hundred years Please count the poppies, now count the tears Now multiply ten thousand times Now multiply ten thousand more Now multiply ten thousand times Now my friend you’re near the score But as we slip into the history book Remember us, just take a look The pages now have dried of tears Have sanitised the loss by years Don’t let us move on without a trace We gave you a voice, now give us grace The Pals are now gathered at heavens door There is no point to any war Brothers in arms of every race . Stephen Williams 2013
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