Song For Grace

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[Verse 1]
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I was a girl of thirteen when my brothers went off to the war
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Martin and Robert and Jack, and as i wave from the door
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I thought who in the world could have brothers as handsome as they
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Three Australian Light Horsemen I see their proud figures today

[Verse 2]
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Our parents were Irish with no love for England at all
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But their sons were Australian and each bravely answered the call
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In their turned up slouch hats, and their feathers and leggings and spurs
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The Empire as much as my mother knew these sons were hers

[Chorus]
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And at the going down of the sun and in the morning
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I will remember them, I can't forget

[Verse 3]
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The mailman brought cards from Colombo and then from Port Said
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Here's a photo of our Jack in Egypt, his first camel ride
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And look at young Bobby, in London here crossing The Strand
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And Martin writes 'mum and dad, life in the army is grand'

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 4]
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When the telegram came with the news about our darling Jack
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I had the terrible task of breaking the news to my dad
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With our old draught horse Punch mt father was ploughing the land
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I ran to the paddock, the telegram clutched in my hand

[Verse 5]
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The Irishman read it, said thank you, now leave me alone
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Go on back to the house, help your mother, she's there on her own
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He called, 'stand up now Punch, we have to get on with this job'
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But i saw his slumped shoulders, and i heard his heart rending sob

[Chorus]
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And at the going down of the sun and in the morning
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I will remember them, I can't forget
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And at the going down of the sun and in the morning
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I will remember them, I can't forget