Flintshire County Herald 22nd November 1929
LEST WE FORGET: They died that we might live
Sleep, brave warriors, in your bed of clay
Until Reveille sounds, on that Great Day,
When we shall meet again to part no more
With our Heavenly Father on that golden shore.
Eleven years have passed, yet still we don’t forget
To honour you, who helped to pay that debt
Of Sacrifice, so that we all should live
Unfettered, free, what more, then, could you give?
Fear not, your names will never be forgot,
Nor deeds of valour on some foreign spot,
You gave your life, your all, without regret,
God bless you, lads! We shan’t forget;
When duty called, you gave up home and love
To serve your King and Country and your King above,
You nobly did your duty, while others calmly slept,
You gave your all we don’t forget.
Tis well perhaps you died, not lived to see
Your comrades, some in dire poverty;
For work and promises they ended all in smoke,
And now they’re homeless, destitute, and broke.
Twas not for this you fought and nobly died,
And when in danger oft your foes defied;
The honour of your flag you bravely kept
You did your duty we must not forget.
Sleep on, old comrades, you are safe at last,
All your troubles over, and your dangers past;
Again we hope that some day we may meet you yet,
Farewell, dear comrades God does not forget.
