father forgive them they know not what they do self obsessed generations without a clue to the meaning of sacrifice made by those gone before their legend inscribed on the cenotaph wall bow your head for the glorious dead we will remember we will remember then at the cenotaph wall they shall not grow old as we that are left grow old age shall not weary them nor the years condemn at the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember then mother don t weep for them they gave their lives for a cause spilled out their lifeblood for you and me the names of thousands have been etched in stone forever inscribed on the cenotaph wall bow your head for the glorious dead we will remember we will remember then at the cenotaph wall we will remember then at the cenotaph wall