Buried in a distant grave
Fra et begravelseskort
Charley døde nu til Morgen.
Han sover nu i fremmed jord,
min muntre, blonde dreng.
min muntre, blonde dreng.
Amidst the shot and shell,
For Country's sake his life he gave,
He stood his trial well.
Who could have dealt that horrid blow,
On one we loved so well?
never knew the pain he bore,
No mortal tongue can tell.
No matter how we think of him -
His name we oft recall -
There is nothing left to answer,
But the photo on the wall.
Fejlagtigt meldt død
Kære Hr. Thygesen og Familie!
Det gør mig ondt, men det er min Pligt.
Det gør mig ondt, men det er min Pligt.
Dansk krigsfangebrev
Jeg har heller ikke denne gang noget at skrive om, jeg venter stadig først at høre fra Eder.