I remember it well, as if yesterday,
my master cried, but he had to obey.
Uniformed men, they stole me that day,
my future now destined, a land far away.
Down to the port with thousands like me,
winched on a ship, our fate history.
We landed in France, not knowing our worth,
paddocked together, no peace on earth.
Shell blasts I hear, far away in the distance,
all new to me, the night sky it glistens.
That is the night, death hit home to me,
a War horse my fate, that's how it would be.
The following day, a task I was given,
pulling a gun, it was so unforgiving.
Mile after mile, slowly and tiring,
shells bursting overhead, brave men lay dying.
Once at the front, harness undone,
back down the line, a hero unsung,
Fed and watered, I lay down to rest,
this foreign field, would be my bequest.
Four years I toiled, carnage abounding,
pulling the canon, gunfire resounding.
I lost many friends to gas and shell,
the smell of death, made heaven a hell.
Peace came at last, it had taken its toll,
horses and men, many lost souls.
The stench of death, with me forever,
brave men and horse in heaven together.
We played our part in that abhorrent war,
while enemy soldiers, spilled each other's gore.
I was taken by men to follow this course,
home I am now, a strong proud War horse.