They are falling down dead, all around me.
Cut down without making a sound.
Oh my brothers in arms are all falling
Face down as they cover the ground.

Don't talk to me about Valour.
Oh it's not that noble to fall.
Don't talk about Queen or country.
For it's not why we're here at all.

On this fine summer's day, we should all be
In the arms of one we adore
Not standing here facing guns in a field
And none of us knowing what for.

Don't talk to me about honour
Or those fine traditions of war.
Don't talk to me about courage
As we're freezing, numb to the core.

My best friend is done for, reeling in pain.
Killed with a dagger never seen.
Blood on his jacket, a growing dark stain.
His metal badge losing its sheen.

Don't talk to me of the glory
Instructions the General sends.
Don't talk to me about heroes
When we have to bury our friends.