He was 15 when it broke out and he stood on the shore 
Signed up with the navy and sailed off to war
8 months went by then they found out his age
'Too young ' said the captain 'to take a sailors wage'
Dropped off in a strange land he bided his time
Till his 16th arrived and he could rejoin the line. 
With his best friend and his brother 
They stood in ua trench
Near a town called passion dale
Breathing death's dreadful stench.
Over they went into deafening hell.
Brother and friend he lost as they fell.
The last one alive as he reached German lines
The enemy guns fell silent As tears filled their eyes
'Go back tommy'
'Turn round and go home'
'This slaughter must end for shame for shame'
'There's no German bullets that will carry your name.'
Grandad turned and walked back alone
ACross no man's land across blood across bone.
I was just a boy and He hardly spoke of war to me
'it's nothing i'd like your young eyes to see'
But he cried when he told me 
about when the barrage was done 
That He heard One lonely skylark sing a 
song of hope 
as it flew over the Somme.