The Wise They Are Born

The wise they are born for they cannot be made And you can't teach the old dogs the tricks of their trade And it seem sad to think you need not travel far For to find one of seventy who glorifies war Though nothing in life ever does seem to last Some never do learn from the mistakes of the past Our ancestors talk back to us from the grave And they tell us the noble are those who die brave, No fool like an old fool to some does apply And the worst things of life they seem to glorify For the long dead war heroes the last post is played And to honour their sacrifice there is a parade Where old war veterans march on their coats they display Their medals for bravery from wars far away.