I’m  lying  in  mud,
Protecting  my  ground,
With  a  gun  in  my  hands,
And  the  adversary  abound.

My  brethren  have  passed,
Surrounded  am  I,
By  the  blood  of  their  bodies,
In  the  field  where  they  lie.

I’m  leaving  the  trenches,
And  rushing  to  death,
To  rid  of  the  bastards,
That  took  their  last  breath.

I  promised  to  fight,
To  remember  thee,
To  save  thy  country,
From  thine  enemy.

Don’t  worry  about  me,
I  have  no  regrets,
Live  on  and  live  free,
Lest  We  Forget.