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With lofty song we love to cheer 
The hearts of daring men; 
But now we sing of lowly deed 
Devoted to the brave, 
When she who stems the wound 
that bleeds.  
A hero's life to save: 
And heroes saved exulting tell 
How well her voice they knew, 
How sorrow near it could not dwell. 
But spread its wings and flew.
Neglected dying in dispair.
They lay till women came 
To sooth them with her gentle care. 
And feed life's flickering flame. 
When wounded sore on fevers sake. 
Or cast-away as slain; 
She called ths fluttering spirits back, 
And gave them strength again. 
T'was grief to mess the passing face
That suffering could dispel, 
But joy to turn & kiss the place 
On which her shadow fell. 

[At the side]

Pte G. Hughes.  R.A.M.C 4th Field Amb: att: Guards. 
Wounded at Loos 27th Sept 1915. 
1st W.G. Hp: Fazakerley, Liverpool.
7/4/1916

[Abbreviations: Pte = Private;  R.A.M.C = Royal Army Medical Corp;  Amb: = Ambulance;  att: attached;
W.G. Hp =  Western General Hospital]
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With lofty song we love to cheer 
The hearts of daring men; 
But now we sing of lowly deed 
Devoted to the brave, 
When she who stems the wound 
that bleeds.  
A hero's life to save: 
And heroes saved exulting tell 
How well her voice they knew, 
How sorrow near it could not dwell. 
But spread its wings and flew.
Neglected dying in dispair.
They lay till women came 
To sooth them with her gentle care. 
And feed life's flickering flame. 
When wounded sore on fevers sake. 
Or cast-away as slain; 
She called ths fluttering spirits back, 
And gave them strength again. 
T'was grief to mess the passing face
That suffering could dispel, 
But joy to turn & kiss the place 
On which her shadow fell. 

[At the side]

Pte G. Hughes.  R.A.M.C 4th Field Amb: att: Guards. 
Wounded at Loos 27th Sept 1915. 
1st W.G. Hp: Fazakerley, Liverpool.
7/4/1916

[Abbreviations: Pte = Private;  R.A.M.C = Royal Army Medical Corp;  Amb: = Ambulance;  att: attached;
W.G. Hp =  Western General Hospital]

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  • November 8, 2016 21:06:47 Gordon McKenna (UK)
    With lofty song we love to cheer 
    The hearts of daring men; 
    But now we sing of lowly deed 
    Devoted to the brave, 
    When she who stems the wound 
    that bleeds.  
    A hero's life to save: 
    And heroes saved exulting tell 
    How well her voice they knew, 
    How sorrow near it could not dwell. 
    But spread its wings and flew.
    Neglected dying in dispair.
    They lay till women came 
    To sooth them with her gentle care. 
    And feed life's flickering flame. 
    When wounded sore on fevers sake. 
    Or cast-away as slain; 
    She called ths fluttering spirits back, 
    And gave them strength again. 
    T'was grief to mess the passing face
    That suffering could dispel, 
    But joy to turn & kiss the place 
    On which her shadow fell. 

    [At the side]

    Pte G. Hughes.  R.A.M.C 4th Field Amb: att: Guards. 
    Wounded at Loos 27th Sept 1915. 
    1st W.G. Hp: Fazakerley, Liverpool.
    7/4/1916

    [Abbreviations: Pte = Private;  R.A.M.C = Royal Army Medical Corp;  Amb: = Ambulance;  att: attached;
    W.G. Hp =  Western General Hospital]
  • November 8, 2016 09:11:25 Gordon McKenna (UK)
    With lofty song we love to cheer 
    The hearts of daring men; 
    But now we sing of lowly deed 
    Devoted to the brave, 
    When she who stems the wound 
    that bleeds.  
    A hero's life to save: 
    And heroes saved exulting tell 
    How well her voice they knew, 
    How sorrow near it could not dwell. 
    But spread its wings and flew.
    Neglected dying in dispair.
    They lay till women came 
    To sooth them with her gentle care. 
    And feed life's flickering flame. 
    When wounded sore on fevers sake. 
    Or cast-away as slain; 
    She called ths fluttering spirits back, 
    And gave them strength again. 
    T'was grief to mess the passing face
    That suffering could dispel, 
    But joy to turn & kiss the place 
    On which her shadow fell. 

    [At the side]

    Pte G. Hughes.  R.A.M.C 4th Field Amb: att: Guards. 
    Wounded at Loos 27th Sept 1915. 
    1st W.G. Hp: Fazakerley, Liverpool.
    7/4/1916

    [Abbreviations: Pte = Private;  R.A.M.C = Royal Army Medical Corp;  Amb: = Ambulance;  att: attached;
    W.G. Hp =  Hospital]

  • November 8, 2016 09:05:01 Gordon McKenna (UK)
    With lofty song we love to cheer 
    The hearts of daring men; 
    But now we sing of lowly deed 
    Devoted to the brave, 
    When she who stems the wound 
    that bleeds.  
    A hero's life to save: 
    And heroes saved exulting tell 
    How well her voice they knew, 
    How sorrow near it could not dwell. 
    But spread its wings and flew.
    Neglected dying in dispair.
    They lay till women came 
    To sooth them with her gentle care. 
    And feed life's flickering flame. 
    When wounded sore on fevers sake. 
    Or cast-away as slain; 
    She called ths fluttering spirits back, 
    And gave them strength again. 
    T'was grief to mess the passing face
    That suffering could dispel, 
    But joy to turn & kiss the place 
    On which her shadow fell. 

    [At the side]



  • November 8, 2016 09:03:40 Gordon McKenna (UK)
    With lofty song we love to cheer 
    The hearts of daring men; 
    But now we sing of lowly deed 
    Devoted to the brave, 
    When she who stems the wound 
    that bleeds.  
    A hero's life to save: 
    And heroes saved exulting tell 
    How well her voice they knew, 
    How sorrow near it could not dwell. 
    But spread its wings and flew.
    Neglected dying in dispair.
    They lay till women came 
    To sooth them with her gentle care. 
    And feed life's flickering flame. 
    When wounded sore on fevers sake. 
    Or cast-away as slain; 
    She called ths fluttering spirits back, 
    And gave them strength again. 
    T'was grief to mess the passing face
    That suffering could dispel, 
    But joy to turn & kiss the place 
    On which her shadow fell. 
  • November 8, 2016 09:02:46 Gordon McKenna (UK)
    With lofty song we love to cheer 
    The hearts of daring men; 
    But now we sing of lowly deed 
    Devoted to the brave, 
    When she who stems the wound 
    that bleeds.  
    A hero's life to save: 
    And heroes saved exulting tell 
    How well her voice they knew, 
    How sorrow near it could not dwell. 
    But spread its wings and flew.
    Neglected dying in dispair.
    They lay till women came 
    To sooth them with her gentle care. 
    And feed life's flickering flame. 
    When wounded sore on fevess sake. 
    Or cast-away as slain; 
    She called ths fluttering spirits back, 
    And gave them strength again. 
    T'was grief to mess the passing face
    That suffering could dispel, 
    But joy to turn & kiss the place 
    On which her shadow fell. 
  • November 8, 2016 09:00:02 Gordon McKenna (UK)
    With lofty song we love to cheer 
    The hearts of daring men; 
    But now we sing of lowly deed 
    Devoted to the brave, 
    When she who stems the wound 
    that bleeds.  
    A hero's life to save: 
    And heroes saved exulting tell 
    How well her voice they knew, 
    How sorrow near it could not dwell. 
    But spread its wings and flew.
    Neglected dying in dispair.
    They lay till women came 
    To sooth them with her gentle care. 
    And feed life's flickering flame. 
    When wounded sore on fevess sake. 
    Or cast-away as slain; 


  • November 7, 2016 21:29:18 Gordon McKenna (UK)
  • November 1, 2016 13:02:41 Lisa Phongsavath (F&F)
    With lofty song we love to cheer
    The hearts of daring men,
    But now we sing of lowly deeds,
    Devoted to the brave,

  • November 1, 2016 12:16:33 Lisa Phongsavath (F&F)
    With lofty song we love to cheer
    The hearts of daring men,
    But now we sing of lowly deeds,
    Devoted to the brave,


  • November 1, 2016 12:11:59 Lisa Phongsavath (F&F)
    With lofty song we love to cheer
    The hearts of daring men,
    But now we sing of lowly deeds,

  • November 1, 2016 11:57:32 Lisa Phongsavath (F&F)
    With lofty song we love to cheer
    The hearts of daring men,
    But now we sing of lowly deeds,
    Devoted to the brave,

  • November 1, 2016 11:54:24 Lisa Phongsavath (F&F)
    With lofty song we love to cheer
    The hearts of daring men,
    But now we sing of lowly deeds,

  • November 1, 2016 11:53:40 Lisa Phongsavath (F&F)
    With lofty song we love to cheer
    The hearts of daring men,
    But now we sing of lowly deeds,
    Devoted to the brave,

  • October 28, 2016 14:04:14 Lisa Phongsavath (F&F)
    With lofty song we love to cheer
    The hearts of daring men,
    But now we sing of lowly deeds
  • October 27, 2016 15:46:16 Lisa Phongsavath (F&F)
    With lofty song we love to cheer
    The hearts of daring men,
    But now we sing of lowly deeds

  • October 27, 2016 15:44:32 Lisa Phongsavath (F&F)
  • October 27, 2016 15:42:06 Lisa Phongsavath (F&F)
  • October 27, 2016 15:33:44 Lisa Phongsavath (F&F)
    With lofty song we love to cheer
    The hearts of daring men,
    But now we sing of lowly deeds

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    Fazakerley Hospital, Liverpool

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    Malta and Liverpool

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