Lest Flanders Was Alive Come 11 November

Where once the mighty timid Flanders soldier shook Bathed in foriegn mud underfoot All but one and two a man Hard fought and pressed with bayonets clenched in hand abreast expedient beating pumping chest Side by side shoulder deep To breach to cross go over top To run and face a hail of rapid bullets And fall beside my brethren brother's called selflessly to arms For to return name unknown With all and but medal to hang and place my life and times upon Heroic not in death and historic battles rolled out come rememberance day for poppy sales But rather in the blood of gallant resplendent regimental fellow soldiers saved Who regail the the tales and uphold the memories and names of those solent brave To whom they owe their own salvation and lives to this day to To them we say We kneel We bow We must We shall salute Lest we forget Unless forget we lest The debt of gratitude yet still not paid Is the price of peace Is death and war