Chorus:
Take me home my own comrades,
Carry me to that dear old place.
And lay me down among the flowers,
Where my love can visit me.

I have fought and done my duty,
I have served my country well.
When the wings they were falling,
Our courage it never failed.

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When the beating drums are sounding,
The salute the air does rend.
And the colours they are flowing,
To the pipers sad lament.

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When again your called to order,
To charge to win the day.
It is then I shall awaken,
I’ll be with you lads all the way.

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Repeat Chorus

All lyrics and music copyright Bob Ferguson 2008
                    Ferguson Publishing