Beyond the darkening ocean burned The bloody sunset’s embers, While the Crimean valleys learned How English love remembers.
And once again a fire of hell Rained on the Russian quarters, With scream of shot and burst of shell And bellowing of the mortars!
And Irish Nora’s eyes are dim For a singer dumb and gory; And English Mary mourns for him Who sang of “Annie Lawrie.”
Sleep, soldiers! still in honored rest Your truth and valor wearing. The bravest are the tenderest, The loving are the daring.