John Delaney of the Rifles has been shot. br A man we never knew, br Does it cloud the day for you br That he lies among the dead br Moving, hearing, heeding not? br br No history will hold his humble name. br No sculptured stone will tell br The traveller where he fell; br That he lies among the dead br Is the measure of his fame. br br When our troops return victorious shall we care br The deaf to all the cheers br Lacking tribute of our tears, br He is lying with the dead br Stark and silent, God knows where? br br John Delaney of the Rifles – who was he? br A name seen on a list br All unknown and unmissed, br What to us that he is dead?- br Yet he died for you and me.