The bells that wed refrained.
As the men and boys of home,
Gallantly march away from home.

The wounded of war,
Treated for the wounds they bore.
And yet no bell crooned to comfort,
The losses of war.

A bold charge,
A tremendous loss. Fighting from the trenches
As the artillery boomed, with fierce clashes
That sounded thy doom.
A step back from an enemy force,
As the winged machines of war fought their course.
And yet no bell warbled to comfort,
The losses of war.

The noble deaths of brave souls,
Greeted by the tears of those at home.
And yet no bell sounded to comfort,
The losses of war.

With adept leadership,
The war was won.
The survivors came home.
Greeted by the bells that rung,
With an angelic sound they sung.