Lest We Forget / 73 Forget Them Not We’ve lined their boots all in a row, And amongst them stand, The saddest scene I’ll ever know, Goodbye dear friend, goodbye! Through mud and rain and battle blows, We cried cursed prayers, On blood-soaked clothes; And from that wound his life did flow, Please stay we begged, please stay! There is a time that soldiers know, When so many die, That the pain and woe, Is too much for the mind to hold; Roll on your drums, roll on! A band of brothers stand in their rows; The empty boots still, Where a life did grow, Our friends have gone, no more to know; Remember them always, remember!
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