To war! To war!
Cried the young sons of England,
As they marched down the thoroughfare
Toward their right to be called men.
Eager they go,
With the world at their grasp,
Yet how many will return?
If only…at long last.
Innocence forever tarnished,
Through love’s transforming foe.
Beating heart, for her, the kindest,
He’ll breathe sweetly nevermore.
To war! To war!
Cried the Yanks across the pond.
Heed the calls from Her Majesty’s island,
“Please don’t go where we have gone.”
