To the Barrhead section of the First six Argyles
They were only Territorials, Only for home defence,
But they signed up for active service, for the hardships of the trench;
And they marched away with martial tread and their faces wreathed in smiles.
Through their native village of Barrhead, the Brave First-six Argyles.
With hearts so light and heavy kit, They cheered as they marched along,
And each man vowed He`d do his bit, with resolution strong,
And they only ask a favour, That we would write them whiles,
And our faith will never waver, in the First –Six Argyles.
They know what they are leaving, Homes and friends so dear,
Wives and mothers Grieving, but their duty was so clear.
Their King and Country`s call, to vanquish hated Hun
They vowed they`d fight or fall, till victory was won.
All of them have since been tried, and bravely stood the test,
Some have fallen and died, in Flanders laid to rest.
Died to save or glorious name, Died, but not in vain;
They fought the First six into fame, On flanders Bloody plain.
All Honour them to those we mourn,those lads so brave and true
Those Glorious Lads Who`d ne`er return,Who died for me and you.
Their fame will far and wide be spread, All o`er The British Isles
All Honour to Those heroes dead,Of the Brave First Six Argyles
