Blow out you Bugles

From III The Dead

Blow out you bugles, over the rich dead

Dying has made us rarer gifts than gold

These laid the world away

Laid the world away

Gave up the years to be


Blow bugles blow! They brought us

Holiness for our dearth

And Love and Pain that Honour

May come back as King to earth


Poured out the wine of youth

The years to be

To those who would have been their sons

They gave their immortality


Blow bugles blow - for Honour

Paid with a royal wage

Nobleness walks our ways again

As we come to our heritage

We have come to our heritage.

Recorded by The Phoenix Choir, Casterton School in December 2010,

under the direction oF David Chapman

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'Within a day or two of my appointment as Attorney-General...

I went to Claridges to have my first conversation with

Mr Justice Jackson, who had been commissioned by

President Truman to deal with the problem of what to do with the major war criminals on behalf of the United States.'


David Maxwell Fyfe

court room Building the courtroom

Adapted from Rupert Brooke's War Sonnet III - The Dead

and set to music by Sue Casson