WHERE THE SUN GOES DOWN
Where the sun goes down
Every contour, every cross, every hilltop scaled
As we learn our soldiers’ craft
Ever North, East, South and West
Over vale and town, distant village
Where the sun goes down.
We followed gallant Wade.
To Canada, our general cried
Why should we be melancholy, boys?
Whose business is to die.
We gazed North, East, South and West.
Our comrades fell as battle raged
In terror, fear and pain.
Every flower on Hambledon
Shall bloom aside a soldier’s name.
Let the doves fly high
But give us our acclaim.
We came North, East, South and West
Over vale and town, distant place
Where we made a sound,
Where we made a sound.
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