Cannons shot on the vast land;
Soldiers lay rotting on the earth’s crust
As I walk through a field of poppies
What once was where soldiers lay
Shells raining, soldiers lay dying, gas filled this rotten hell
The Brit’s ate the Germans, shelled the French rebelled
The start of the war war was persuasive
Every man joined as if it was a game
But you my friend, you would not understand
The old lie – Ducle est decorum pro Patria mori
It is sweet and right to die for your country.