A Hymn To The Unsung Heroes

Under the green sods, lie unknown The mighty warriors of our land. Strong and steadfast they marched to the field, Wielding weapons in their hand. Their daring and their deeds of grit, Secured freedom for our land. Blessed be the wombs that bore, Those dauntless men of fiery brand. Plucked away from hearth and kin, They oft dwelt in lands unknown. Many a laurel they had won. Living a dismal life forlorn. Lay in ambush in dingy trench Crossed swords with formidable might Starved to death in enemy camps Fought with verve for country's right The resolute brigade knew no rest Ease and comfort, they had none To drill and discipline, they were wed Life's winsome pleasures, they did shun Bravely bared their manly breasts Before triggered guns and flying bullets Shed out every dropp of blood To save the nation from rival blasts Long, long may their memories last Let every tongue their daring praise Let the Nation bow its head Let their deeds, our morale raise.