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U3A Writing: Royal Marine

Richard Nolan writes of the last journey of a Royal Marine.

The north east breeze so cold and strong
‘Twould cut a granite stone
So Jack the graveman said
As he shovelled there alone

He dug that grave on this cold morn’
With love and grief in mind
For the lad going in there today
Was one of his own dear kind

The lad was killed far overseas
Fighting an old man’s war
For freedom’s what the leaders said
Now perhaps they’ll bow their heads

Where are you now my Royal Marine
You went so far away
To fight so someone else is free
Now no one's here but me

You were so filled with joyful life
You were a treat to know
Jack dug your grave this morning
As home at last you’ll go

A tear or two we’ll shed for you
As your cortege goes through town
They’ll close the local shops
And the blinds will all be down

We’ll all be there for the whole affair
Your last parade to see
Wrapped in the flag for evermore
My son, my son you’ll be.


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