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[F]They disembarked in 45
[Bb]And no-one spoke 
and no-one smiled
[C]There were to many 
spaces in the li[F]ne
Gathered at the cenotaph
[Bb]All agreed with the 
hand on heart
[C]To sheath the 
sacrificial knive[F]s
But now 
she [F]stands upon 
Southampton dock
With her [Bb]handkerchief
And her summer frock 
[C]clings To her wet body 
in the rai[F]n
In quiet desperation 
knuckles [Bb]White upon 
the slippery reins
She [C]bravely waves the 
boys goodbye aga[F]in

Mm[Bb][Bbm][F]

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[Bb]And still the dark stain 
spreads between
their [F]shoulder blades
[Bb]A mute reminder 
of the [F]poppy fields 
and graves[F7][Gm7]
[F7]And [Bb]when the fight 
was [C]over[Dm7][C7/E]
We [F]spent what [Am7]they 
had [Dm]made
But [Gm7]in the bottom 
of our hearts
We felt the final [F]cut