Dig the trench wide

and dig it deep 

deep to embrace cold death

wide for the river of blood

the autumn sun on Flanders fields

welcomes you to Ypres son

stand fast at your post

hold your head with pride

in readiness for fates decree

be brave and true

and never forget

it's all in the name 

of King and Country

the bullets and shells

and mustard gas

the rats and mud

and the blood

all for His Majesty

your King at home

dry and safe

eating a breakfast kedgeree 

doesn't know your name 

doesn't give a damn

but expects of you

your everything.