The darkness grows in my soul,
As I sit and look out from this hole
There is nothing to see, there is no moon
Yet the dawn will be arriving very soon.
Sat here like this for days on end
Those behind the lines cannot comprehend
The fear and the terror we must face
When their orders come to us post haste.
No one remembers how long we fought
We still hear the screams of those that were caught.
Barbed wire and machine guns too much to bear
The bodies just left in a field somewhere.
We had little chance, but gained a few feet
A victory it was called, though we thought it a defeat
A thousand men went out there, in such a short time
Those that came back only numbered nine.
For the Tyneside Scottish
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