Three men, so brave,
Ninety years on, have grown old.
As their comrades who fell,
Shall not grow old, only cold,
In an unknown soldiers grave.

Three men, the last three,
They fought in a war to end all wars!
Some not much more than boys,
Proudly marching off to do their duty,
To fight on land, in the air, and on sea.

Lay poppy wreaths for those who fell,
Wear your red badge of remembrance.
Pass on the message, “We must not forget!”
Remember the mud, the horror of Flanders Fields,
Pay homage to those un-surviving that hell.

And at the going down of the sun,
And in the morning, we will remember them,
Please! Remember them!