River Clyde lamp
By Rory Moloney, 2nd year
It’s hard to tell the story
Of the many men that died
And of the many that went to Gallipoli
On the river Clyde
I was there to guide them
Where ever their path maybe
I light the way through night and day
Till the shores of Gallipoli
Though their preparation was alack
And their numbers they were small
They did not slow down they did not hold back
But instead stood there tall
As they eyed up the Turks
Against their own free will
All their was,was silence
All previous movement,still
The cry of battle was sounded
The opposition prepared ahead
The brave men ran with all their might
And now they lie there dead.
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