The mustard gas heroes and barbed wire boyos,
Have their names etched in stone in our square.
Forty two men, thirty six of them colliers,
Were listed by Masons with care.

Tears are not counted, nor fear or pain,
And the mud and the blood doesn't show.
It's a tally of sacrifice, torture and shame,
A reminder of what we should know.

Haig led the donkeys and the donkeys led men
To Hell, where they suffered and cried.
From trenches they charged again and again
In their hundreds and thousands they died.

They led fro! m the rear those donkeys of yore
And at gunpoint they forced our boys on.
Through Flanders fire and Ypres wire,
Through Passchendale mud and the Somme.

So what did they die for? This harvest of youth.
Why were they butchered and slain?
Was it freedom? No. This is the truth.
They died so that rich men would gain.

So, when we remember, on armistice day,
Those young men who gave us their lives.
Let us also remember the bastards that sent them
With their banners and posters and lies.

© Allen Williams - Bridgend - 2007