By Sgt. Ian Healy
There is no dawn,
For if there is, I do not see,
There is no dreams of peace,
Left now for me.
There is no time, for time has ceased,
No day or night or season,
And there is no reason,
To desire any more.
Here, Bill, my cobber sleeps,
And I may cry his name in vain,
For he will never wake again.
He sleeps eternally,
Upon the shores of Fame,
Beside the Bay.
"God rest your soul, my friend".