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on these autumn rains
The third battle of Ypres

Setting positions on these unclear trench networks
Four million shells of artillery have modified the scenes

Race to the sea they meet at Ypre
The Germans dig in their artillery will greet ya
The Belgiums desperate open up the dykes
The city now a river

red memories of ypres,so long ago
fiery troops left as smoldering embers
broken dreams,shattered like glass
the edges still sharp,to slash

many years ago,
To the Somme, to Ypres and Arras, not so many years ago.
He played his pipes to battle
And the laddies died like cattle
And the brandy

Ypre is pulverized
By the constant firing of artillery
This line hasn't moved for years of the war
But that has to change this fight there is no revelry