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>> Soldier's Requiem << To dismal graves We lower our dead. Give them our weary thanks. The Crown still raves Therefore, I dread Still more will join their ranks. Our hopes are raised On a field of green While soldiers bear the strains Composed of consciousness of rights, Of wrongly gathered gains. It's a shame But we must stand To give our all for all.

Blinded, lame, Hand to hand, We cry, in killing, call . Freedom! Now!

Freedom! Eire' Ever! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! This dust is our ashes Soil of birth Not merely meekly inherited earth. As a soldier I pray. Our Father who art in heaven More of us are coming. Amen.