Jimmy, if I could be so bold as to post the following:
We are the Pilgrims, Master; we shall go
Always a little further; it may be
Beyond that lost blue mountain barred with snow
Across that angry or that glimmering sea.
To all those for whom the clock stopped.
R.I.P.
No welcome flags for those who fell
For where they served no one could tell
St Martin's fields is where they're bound
Eternal rest beneath the ground.
We are the Pilgrims, Master; we shall go
Always a little further; it may be
Beyond that lost blue mountain barred with snow
Across that angry or that glimmering sea.
To all those for whom the clock stopped.
R.I.P.
No welcome flags for those who fell
For where they served no one could tell
St Martin's fields is where they're bound
Eternal rest beneath the ground.
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