Unknown amidst the battles cry,
Among the spattered lead,
Unknown beneath a blood red sky,
And thousands of the dead.
Unknown the price his life had cost,
Among the trenches there,
Unknown the ones he loved the most,
And left to England's care.
Unknown beneath the grassy sod,
Beside a comrade true,
Unknown in Flanders who had trod
Beneath our skies of blue.
Unknown his name, unknown his love,
His regiment or rank,
Unknown his little cross above,
Upon a mounded bank.
Unknown he's lifted from his bed
To cross to yonder coast,
Unknown where English tears are shed,
That land he loved the most.
Unknown in crypted sepulchre,
The Abbey is his crest,
Unknown the greatest howitzer,
Can never harm the blest.
Unknown in homaged silence pall,
We hush thy martial sleep,
The Cenotaph in great Whitehall,
Thy reverenced vigil keep.
Unknown until the judgement day,
The trumpet call is blown,
Unknown but in that hour we pray,
The unknown will be re-known.
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