(new last verse)

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As poppy petals gently fall

Remember us who gave our all

Not in the mud of foreign lands

Nor buried in the desert sands.

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In Ulster field and farm and town,

Fermanagh's lanes and drumlin'd Down

We died that violent death should cease

And Ulstermen might live in peace.

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We did not serve because we hate

Nor bitterness our hearts dictate.

But we were they who must aspire

To quench the flame of terror's fire.

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As buglers sound and pipers play

The proud battalions march away

Now may the weary violence cease

And let our country live

 in peace

© John Potter

(old last verse)

Grieve not for us, but this we ask,

Let others yet take up the task.