Never since English ships went out
To singe the beard of Spain,
Or English sea-dogs hunted death
Along the Spanish Main,
Never since Drake and Raleigh won
Our freedom of the seas,
Have sons of Britain dared and done
More valiantly than these.

Whether at midnight or at noon,
Through mist or open sky,
Eagles of freedom, all our hearts
Are up with you on high;
While Britain's mighty ghosts look down
From realms beyond the sun
And whisper, as their record pales,
Their breathless, deep, Well Done!

Robert Graves

By wire and wood and stake we're bound,
By Fricourt and by Festubert,
By whipping rain, by the sun's glare
By all the misery and loud sound,
By a Spring day,
By Picard clay.

from 'Two Fusiliers'