From a Beacon high; beneath a dark sky,
To hear the voices of lost souls cry,
We were to young to fight and die.
Mothers and Lovers, Wives and others,
Mourning the loss of Sons and Lovers.
From trenches they poured,
Through mud they clawed,
Shot down in a hail of lead,
Brave young men; all lay dead.
Bullet shattered body and head.
Your desire to protect was resolute.
We SALUTE, SALUTE, SALUTE.

By Jim Noond.