SONG OF TREPIDATION

How oft my own dear verse

how oft you’ve faltered

in my grief love ache

personal

how oft my own dear verse

how oft you’ve sauntered

Now with a military gait

my verse

do march

Infantry paced do sound oh words

trepidation arrayed

Of that twelfth hour

Tolling the sell-out bell tolls loud tells loud

Whose arms had swayed its motion

France so mellifluous, Albion so proud

such had had our devotion

I saw the tears in women’s eyes

I saw the fists clenched tight

Just wait a little little more

you’ll get to know us right

Thou power over all seas vast

that sea of our tears made

the fruits of wrath do ripen fast

hope’s anchor clamours as it’s weighed

Tolling the sell-out bell tolls loud tells loud

Whose arms had swayed its motion

France so mellifluous, Albion so proud

such had had our devotion

Oh France so dulcet sweet oh France

Marianne’s cap’s too late to seek

Your solar shield is cracked perchance

your assent shameful reeks

It’s night and in the trenches past

hear the earth’s blood pulse pound

for the world, Europe, every last

soldier feels qualms profound

Tolling the sell-out bell tolls loud tells loud

Whose arms had swayed its motion

France so mellifluous, Albion so proud

such had had our devotion

Our fields cry out Betrayal

Our forests boom out Shame

Our rivers seethe Betrayal

Our mountains thunder Shame

Be still now still the Rising Voice is uttered

Oh nation’s soul how you have stuttered

Ge Geni Genie of our land

upon your wings

so many many tears falling

Ge Geni Genie of our land

in the bad hours time brings

may your sword soon be tolling