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34 Merchant Taylors’ Prep School Newsletter - 16.12.2021 MTP English THE END ‘Up and over!’ went the call, We went up, solders fall, Down went Stevie, down went John, Five nines fell, but I creeped on, Suddenly there came a pain, Then it came once again, From my chest blood did fall, I fell down and began to crawl, ‘Sergeant! Help me!’ I began to yell, A head popped up and then it fell, On that plain I bled and died, Back at home my mother cried, Pain I felt before I went, On my cursed rifle lent, Once I went I felt nothing, Then I heard the angels sing, Death is horrid as we know, But it shall never go, So let the lie be laid to rest, Dulce et Decorum est. A hero’s grave Beneath the rubbled turf we lay, Lost from all but here we stay, As on this spot we bled and died, Lost it all except our pride, Beneath the poppies on the ground, Our lifeless bodies shall be found, We fought and bled and died for you, Many of us not a few, Beneath the crosses is our grave, we were strong and always brave, Here we lie from that brawl, Waiting for our battle call. By Matthew Mitchell