On 19th September I posted about my Great Uncle William Madden who died on 19th September 1917 - on that post you will be able to read the whole poem - but here are just a few words that everyone seems to know, which were taken from that poem:
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
And we do.