Beaumont-Hamel Lyrics

July 1st, 1916

Third wave, Battle of the Somme

9:15 in the morning

Under fire from guns and bombs

The Newfoundland Regiment

Advanced towards enemy lines

Hail of bullets likened to a blizzard

How many taken human lives?

Sliding down to the Danger Tree

These brothers, husbands and sons

Answered a blind patriotic call

To be cut down one by one

The German onslaught unrelenting

Here in this Hell called No Man's Land

Expended by the British crown

Exploiting the people of Newfoundland

The reaper demands a heavy toll

Harvesting an entire nation whole

All in the name of rich men's desires

They'd throw a million souls into the violent mire

Told to die for king and country

Sold a lie of honor and love

No glory is found in the trenches

Only agony dealt from up above

They said you'd get to see the world

There's more to the globe than a muddy pit

Promised gold in exchange for service

But all you got was a crater of shit

Oh, your head was filled with notions

By those who sought to use you

And so you volunteered to be a pawn

With no knowledge of what you'd lose

When the smoke rose the following morning

Only 68 of 800 remained

The rest eviscerated in the quagmire

Blown apart or severely maimed

The reaper demands a heavy toll

Harvesting an entire nation whole

All in the name of rich men's desires

They'd throw a million souls into the violent mire

The reaper demands a heavy toll

Harvesting an entire nation whole

All in the name of rich men's desires

They'd throw a million souls into the violent mire