Mother, with unbowed head br Hear thou across the sea br The farewell of the dead, br The dead who died for thee. br Greet them again with tender words and grave, br For saving thee, themselves they could not save. br br To keep the house unharmed br Their fathers built so fair, br Deeming endurance armed br Better than brute despair, br They found the secret of the word that saith, br 'Service is sweet, for all true life is death.' br br So greet thou well thy dead br Across the homeless sea, br And be thou comforted br Because they died for thee. br Far off they served, but now their deed is done br For evermore their life and thine are one.