Post by Administrator on Nov 8, 2021 18:34:11 GMT
THE FIGHTING NEWFOUNDLANDERS
'Twas a gallant group of proud young men,
who joined that fighting ban,
They came from forests and the hills,
Those boys from Newfoundland.
They went and crossed that cold grey sea,
That gallant little band,
They went to train on rain swept plains,
Those lads from Newfoundland.
Then came their turn, they sailed for France,
That proud and noble band,
How brave they stood upon the Somme,
Those boys from Newfoundland.
They stood up tall and crossed that field,
That gallant fighting band,
Six hundred men mown down like hay,
Those lads from Newfoundland.
And soon the word arrived back home,
Of that fallen little band,
And many tears were shed in homes,
Of those boys from Newfoundland.
And now they lie in long straight lines,
At rest, that gallant little band,
But forgotten never shall they be,
Those lads from Newfoundland.
Ian Adrian Millar
LEST WE FORGET those Newfoundlanders who fell in the Great War The Battle of the Somme.
'Twas a gallant group of proud young men,
who joined that fighting ban,
They came from forests and the hills,
Those boys from Newfoundland.
They went and crossed that cold grey sea,
That gallant little band,
They went to train on rain swept plains,
Those lads from Newfoundland.
Then came their turn, they sailed for France,
That proud and noble band,
How brave they stood upon the Somme,
Those boys from Newfoundland.
They stood up tall and crossed that field,
That gallant fighting band,
Six hundred men mown down like hay,
Those lads from Newfoundland.
And soon the word arrived back home,
Of that fallen little band,
And many tears were shed in homes,
Of those boys from Newfoundland.
And now they lie in long straight lines,
At rest, that gallant little band,
But forgotten never shall they be,
Those lads from Newfoundland.
Ian Adrian Millar
LEST WE FORGET those Newfoundlanders who fell in the Great War The Battle of the Somme.