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Did he play the Tunes of Glory



Bagpipes all a skirl;



Did he pipe them bravely forward



Stickert kilt a twirl.



Did they follow him bravely



Lambs being led on 



To the stuttering fire of



A belt fed machine gun.



Lions led by donkeys



Though only at the top;



The life of a subbie seconds



When they went over the top.



Are these simple white crosses 



In gleaming serried ranks



Sufficient expression of 



A grateful nation’s thanks,



When some came back



Were they treated well



After all those years of 



Fourteen Eighteen hell.



Sadly they were in poverty



When they were called to go



And all those years later they



Returned to the status quo,



For God was back in His heaven



And everyone knew their place,



No longer conquering heroes



Just the scum of the human race.



Pipe Major led them bravely



Now, years later would he cry



Full of remorse and guilt



For those he led off to die. 




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