His Name’s On the Roll of Honour
On the roll of honour is his name,
Small comfort to my heart,
The finest pal I’ve ever had,
At last we’ve had to part,
After all these years of gladness,
I must struggle on alone,
All the sunshine turned to sadness,
While my heart feels like a stone.
Refrain: For I’ve lost the finest pal a girl could wish to find,
Somewhere in France in his last sleep he lies,
And nothing but the memories are left with me behind,
How bitter and how blank now seem to days.
No more his smiling face I’ll see,
Nor hear his hearty laugh
As together through the fields we used to roam,
But there’s an old mill by the stream,
Where I’ll often sit and dream,
Of you old pal, the best I’ve ever known.
Yes he did all that a man could do,
When Britain called her sons,
He helped to hold the Khaki line,
Against the en’mies guns,
When he saved his wounded captain,
All his comrades called him brave,
Tho’ he did not win a medal,
Still he found a hero’s grave.