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The "Pals", on the marsh the night before 
had promised to come back  
To reminisce and drink the health 
of their colleagues, dressed in black.
 
The brigade had numbered forty souls 
a community at arms. 
They had left their wives and loved ones 
their families, their farms.
 
Right from the start the soldiers knew 
the battle plan was flawed 
as well-fed brass, in ivory towers 
moved pictures 'round the board
 
Knowing best, the top brass said 
"Moral victory's at hand".
Then without debate they sealed their fate 
and issued the command.
 
The men, calf-deep in blood-tinged mud 
crouched 'till the whistle blew.
Bittersweet tones through the battle din 
spurred on the gallant crew.
 
It took twenty-three minutes for the unseen guns 
to slay the village brigade.
The "Five-nines" left hollow memorials 
for the bodies, where they lay.
 
From time to time in Appledore 
and towards the Saxon Shore 
the brigade "it's said" can be heard again 
heading off to war
 
Some have seen them and some have heard 
the message that they give 
“Our deaths have bought the freedom 
that allows good men to live”.
 
Do not mourn our passing 
but remember and be glad 
and think of what you can achieve 
not what you may have had.

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