All the Fine Young Men

They told all the fine young men: ah, when this war is over There will be peace, and the peace will last forever, In Flanders fields, at Lone Pine and Beersheba, For king and country, honour and duty, The young men fought and cursed and wept and died. They told all the fine young men: ah, when this war is over In your country's grateful heart, we will cherish you forever, Tobruk, and Alamein, Buna and Kokoda In a world mad with war, like their fathers before, The young men fought and cursed and wept and died. For many of those fine young men all the wars are over, They've found their peace, it's the peace that lasts forever. When the call comes again they will not answer, They're just forgotten bones, lying far from their homes, Forgotten as the cause for which they died. Ah, Bluey, can you see now why they lied?