Lyrics
We'll be home for Christmas, I heard the captain say
As we marched out from the Drill Hall, to give our lives away
From the Clusters to the station, through the bustle and the cheers
Our path was straight to victory, our mission crystal clear
I called out to my sweetheart, who was waiting at the train
Just listen to what the captain says, we'll soon be home again
We'll be home for Christmas, for the country and the King
We'll look down from the Chevin and this is what we'll sing
Fasten on your bayonets, the time is drawing near
The farewell cries of Belper Town still ringing in our ears
Strap your helmets on now lads and wipe away your tears
For we will be remembered, in one hundred years
Honoured and remembered, in one hundred years
The mist lies in the valley, in Boulogne Sur Mer
Like it settled in the Dalley, when I used to meet you there
Then the camp, a sea of white, standing on the hill
To turn our hands to fighting, as used to tend the mill
Hands to hold a rifle, boots for marching on
A heart for dear old England and the town where I come from
Fasten on your bayonets, the time is drawing near
The farewell cries of Belper Town still ringing in our ears
Strap your helmets on now lads and wipe away your tears
For we will be remembered, in one hundred years
Honoured and remembered, in one hundred years
The road to Ypres was silent, oh what have we become?
We band of good mill workers, turned servants to the gun
I'm standing in the trenches, and I look up to the sky
I call your name as I'm going now to where the bullets fly
Fasten on your bayonets, the time is drawing near
The farewell cries of Belper Town still ringing in our ears
Strap your helmets on now lads and wipe away your tears
For we will be remembered, in one hundred years
Honoured and remembered, in one hundred years