Tribes - Corner Of An English Field.
What could be more English, then a pub-rousing remembrance ballad about a fallen comrade? The lyrics might not be enough to win them a poet laureate position but the passion could be enough to cause dinner jacketed, brandy swirling toffs to reach for their pocket squares.
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