I didn't really like my first version so I re-wrote it.
The piper plays a Lament Eight bear the weight Of the Coffin draped In the Red and White And She weeps
At the slow march they step For the Comrade who's fallen The Journey begins For the True North is calling And She Weeps.
Always accompan'd By a Brother in Arms Never alone on the Last Journey Home And She Weeps.
Soon the roar, then the leap To the Heavens, Homing West to the setting sun Chasing the afterglow into the night Straight on til morning When Dawn sheds her light For Canada awaits Her Hero, Her Child And She Weeps.
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