No street parade or monument for to honor their renown
They are of the unremembered dead the men who built this town
Amongst the dead in the town's old cemetery their bones forever lay
Many of their descendants live in the town today
They worked hard to support their families great strength of arms and back
They built the homes and factories the roads and railway track
They laid the heavy sewerage and water pipes worked hard for every pay
Yet they are of the unremembered dead and this does seem sad to say
At their grave side no eulogy for them read no bugler a last farewell for them played
The weeds grow rank on their unkept graves memory of them left to fade
Some of their sons in wars did die in battles far away
Cut off in the prime of life not left to grow old and gray
The mighty men who built this town died as strangers to fame
Not one of them in history lives as a remembered name
A better World for you and me in their hard work they did create
They deserve to be remembered and them we ought to celebrate.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
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