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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Armistice Day (1953)

Published by Susan on 08/02/2003 (3278 reads)
Don't jeer because we celebrate...

Don't jeer because we celebrate
           Armistice Day,
Though thirty years of sorry fate
           Have passed away.
Though still we gaurd the Sacred Flame,
           And fly the Flag,
That World War Two with grief and shame
           Revealed--a rag.

For France cannot defend to-day
           Her native land;
And she is far to proud to pray
           For helping hand.
Aye, though she stands amid the Free,
           In love with life,
No more her soil will shambles be
           In world-war strife.

Still we who tend the deathless Flame
           Of Verdun speak;
It is our glory and our shame,
           For we are weak.
We have too much of blood and blight
           To answer for . . .
No, France will never, never fight
           Another war!

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