The South Primrose Hill Boys

Listen to the track: The South Primrose Hill Boys

 

They’re never coming home
Some still march together
Some they march alone
Brother died with brother
Friend died with friend
Those South Primrose Hill Boys
They’re never coming home again

 

Twenty two young soldiers
All from the same street
Marching off together
Don’t they look a treat
Wives and mothers wave them off
Tears all in their eyes
Little did they know it
Not one lad would survive.

 

Mrs Staines received the news
Her Austin had been killed
Words of brief condolence read
“Bravest in the field
Loved by all his comrades
Both officers and men.”
But Austin Ewart Staines
Was never coming home again

 

Another blow was dealt
In March of Seventeen
Another Staines boy had been lost
A bullet caught him clean
Grief upon more grieving
Tears fell like rain
And Ernest Walter Staines
Was never coming home again.

 

Can one woman bear it
The loss of two dear lads?
But still Young Henry Staines was there
Too comfort her and Dad
‘Til fate with yet a card to deal
Saw Henry pass away
And eighty one South Primrose Hill
Went dark and stayed that way

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