It was just after sun-rise and down by the sea
down on the sand flats where nothing will grow
come drumming and footsteps like out of a dream
where the golden green waters come in.
Just nine lucky soldiers had come through the night
half of them wounded and barely alive
Just nine out of twenty was a-headed for home
with eleven sad stories to tell.
I remember quite clearly when I got out of bed
I said, "Oh, good morning. What a beautiful day."
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