Is this an actual ‘thing’, or something you’ve made up Rab? Anyhow, here’s one of my favourites…
From the dreams on the barbed wire at Flanders and Bilston Glen
From the Clydeside that rusts in the tears of its broken men
From the realisation that all we’ve been left behind
Is to stand like our fathers before us in the firing line
Waiting on the whistle to blow