they said it would be good for him
to join in the parade
with his old demob coat
and the medals he displayed
he heard the last post playing
and saw the folks he knew
fooling round and laughing
like they use to do
none of them had aged a bit
all were young and fit
that happy band of comrades
with courage and true grit
although they were spirit form
his friends and his mates
he carried them where ere he went
they bore a heavy weight
two minutes passed so quickly
all gone for another year
eight souls sat upon his cheek
that looked just like a tear
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