I gazed upon a foreign field

 Where British blood was shed

 And there i placed a poppy

 In rememberance of our dead

 My heart was full of sorrow

 And my tears began to flow

 When came those misty memories

 Of that day so long ago

 I saw the wood of Cambes appear

 In the light of early morn

 And riflemen waiting to advance

 Across the field of growing corn

 When came the thunder of the guns

 lines of riflemen rose as one

 And over the field into enemy fire

 They advanced at a steady run

 They stormed and took the wood

 And cambe Village fell by noon

 The cost was the blood of riflemen

 On that field on that day of June

 I bow my head in solemn prayer

 My words are firm and true

 Rest in peace you Ulster rifles

 for we still remember you

 A memorial now stands there

 In temperance of those who died

 But regardless of the passing years

We still speak of them with pride.

 I gazed upon a foreign field

 Where British blood was shed

 And there i placed a poppy

 In rememberance of our dead

 My heart was full of sorrow

 And my tears began to flow

 When came those misty memories

 Of that day so long ago

 I saw the wood of Cambes appear

 In the light of early morn

 And riflemen waiting to advance

 Across the field of growing corn

 When came the thunder of the guns

 lines of riflemen rose as one

 And over the field into enemy fire

 They advanced at a steady run

 They stormed and took the wood

 And cambe Village fell by noon

 The cost was the blood of riflemen

 On that field on that day of June

 I bow my head in solemn prayer

 My words are firm and true

 Rest in peace you Ulster rifles

 for we still remember you

 A memorial now stands there

 In temperance of those who died

 But regardless of the passing years

We still speak of them with pride.

 Above, the corn field the men of the Royal Ulster Rifles

 had to cross in order to assault Cambes Wood.

 Above, the corn field the men of the Royal Ulster Rifles

 had to cross in order to assault Cambes Wood.