THERMOPYLAE

Stranger, stranger, I’ve a tale to tell

How willing we stood here, how willing we fell.

And if, in your travels, you happen upon

One still in our country, then sing him our song:

How willing we stood here, how willing we fell.

Our story, dear stranger, is now yours to tell.

Few can imagine, few can believe

The price of a life and the freedom they see.

And we savour our breakfast to dine with the dead.

When the moon passes fully, the field still runs red.

So stranger, you see, you’ve a tale yet to tell:

How willing we stood here and fought till we fell.