It was just after sunrise
  And down by the sea
  Down on the sand flats
  Where nothing will grow
  Come drumming and footsteps
  Like out of a dream
  Where the golden green waters come in
  
  Just nine lucky soldiers had come
  Through the night
  Half of them wounded
  And barely alive
  Just nine out of twenty was headed for home
  With eleven sad stories to tell
  
  I remember quite clearly when I got out of bed
  I said, oh, good morning what a beautiful day