And kind old King George sent Mother a note When he heard that Father was gone. It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll, With gold leaf and all. And I found it one day In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away. And my eyes still grow damp to remember His Majesty signed with his own rubber stamp. It was dark all around, there was frost in the ground When the Tigers broke free. And no one survived From the Royal Fusiliers Company C. They were all left behind, Most of them dead, the rest of them dying. And that's how the High Command Took my daddy from me.