Thanks-giving, children line the streets,
As England mourns it’s lost,
Through flesh, spirit, life and death,
They fell to save the free.

Listen, the beat of the drums,
Songs immortal in time,
Music linked to desolation,
And glory linked to tears.

Sing loud the songs of battle,
Stand steady and true to the cause,
Odds forever uncounted,
But down fell friend and foe.