(new last verse)

As poppy petals gently fall

Remember us who gave our all

Not in the mud of foreign lands

Nor buried in the desert sands.

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.

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.

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.