Many Slaine

The Second Battle of Ypres

Lilah Gutt
When soldiers start to sing the song,
We march the meadow over my grave.
When from the north they come bearing the strong,
why shall you make me say so long.
They bring the gas that burns our lungs, such pain
o the cry I hear of my fallen warriors
one hundred and eighty tons leaving many slain
The mysterious misty fields
closer and closer down the hill
misery with mystery that shall never be healed
as we lay in our grave all quiet and still