They don't belong to me.
Chun Siúlóid le Bás
(To Walk With Death)
Every day we walk with Death,
He shadows all our hurried footsteps,
And upon our necks we sense his breath,
But all too often caught blind and deaf.
We run to fight another day
But even we will slip away.
We knew the score, we knew the risks,
We have all seen someone receive Death's kiss,
But yet we stay, our lives on the line,
To fight and run for England syne*
We are never thanked, we are never praised,
But imagine all the people we've saved.
We do our duty with sound minds and hearts,
Combining paperwork to chase and dart,
One day our sands of time will drain,
And for that we are fain**
But today is not our final test,
Today I shall not go with Death.
*Since
**Ready