(Rythme 3/4)
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N _ ow the echo of the heroes is heard every where _ _ _
I _ n the conflict of old in the times of des pair _ _ _
A _ ll down through the ages the voices do ring _ _ _
T _ hey cry out of victory and of freedom they sing _ _ _ _
The echo of the laughter and the songs that they sang _ _ _
T _ he whine of the steel and the roar of the guns _ _ _
A _ nd the tolling of the bell and the cries of the lame _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And the echoes of heroes roll down through the ages to re mind us a gain
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I _ n the fields of Flanders the brave ones do lie _ _ _
At Verdun and Y pres where a million men died _ _ _ _
F _ rom the Marne to the Somme to the Normandy shore _ _ _
T _ heir spirits go marching where the wild eagles soar _ _ _ _
O _ n the land, in the skies, in the oceans they come _ _ _
A _ ll onward they march as the drummers do drum _ _ _ _
T _ heir faces are bloody and their weapons are worn _ _ _
T _ heir bones are all shattered and their bodies all torn _ _ _ _
The echo of the laughter and the songs that they sang _ _ _
T _ he whine of the steel and the roar of the guns _ _ _
A _ nd the tolling of the bell and the cries of the lame _ _ _ _ _ _
A _ _ nd the echoes of heroes roll down through the ages to re mind us a gain
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M _ ust this be the time we are travelling yet _ _ _
M _ ust this be the time when the nations for get _ _ _
A _ ll the sons and the fathers who joined in the fray _ _
T _ _ o be killed and destroyed and be buried in the clay _ _ _ _
The echo of the laughter and the songs that they sang _ _ _
T _ he whine of the steel and the roar of the guns _ _ _
A _ nd the tolling of the bell and the cries of the lame _ _
A _ _ nd the echoes of heroes roll down through the ages to re mind us a gain _ _ _ _
The echo of the laughter and the songs that they sang _ _ _
T _ he whine of the steel and the roar of the guns _ _ _
A _ nd the tolling of the bell and the cries of the lame _ _ _ _ _ _
A _ _ nd the echoes of heroes roll down through the ages to re mind us a gain
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