In their honour the Divisional band played them on their march to a station ("Ebblingham"), from which they entrained for G.H.Q., where they were to take over duties from the H.A.C.
And thus the Passing from the Great Undertaking!
Farewell, Norman warriors who this night in Valhalla sing of mighty deeds of valour from high with the Anses.
Farewell, a sad farewell, to for ever lost echoes to ten hundred voiced raised in rallying chorus to the swing of square shoulders and the ring of manly feet.
The "old order changeth." Away from the strong fray ... free life ... laughter, glamour, song ... the Great Open ... the MEN....
Back to the little world, its little things, to ITS LITTLE LIFE.
See ye Masnières canal a flood
And where yon green graves lay?
There Norman warriors fled to their God
Ne'er more to glimpse the day.
But writ there, first, a name in blood—
Norman Ten Hundred.
At Doulieu, the night birds flits
Across yon blue-gray water.
And in dusk ghost warriors sit—
Wraiths of a fearsome slaughter.
There too in blood the name is writ—
Norman Ten Hundred.
And thus there the battle's flame
Laid men out fast and low,
So Young Sarnia died, but Fame
Cast o'er their graves its glow,
And honours wove about the name
Norman Ten Hundred.