Blow out you Bugles


Adapted from Rupert Brooke's War Sonnet III - The Dead

and set to music by Sue Casson


There are waters


Within a day or two of my appointment as Attorney-General on May 28th, 1945, I went to Claridges to have my first conversation with Mr Justice Jackson, who had been commissioned by President Truman to deal with the problem of what to do with major war criminals on behalf of the United States.



There are waters blown


A number of choices were open to us – one was to select the defendants and give them a hearing.  In such event, natural justice demanded that we should inform them clearly what charges were against them, produce to them the evidence in which these charges were based, and give them a full opportunity of answering them.



Blow out you bugles, over the rich dead!

Dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold

These laid the world away,

Laid the world away,

Gave up the years to be ...


Blow bugles blow! They brought us,

Holiness for our dearth,

And Love, and Pain, that Honour,

May come back as King to earth.


Robert Jackson (from recording):

That four great nations, flushed with victory and stung with injury, stay the hand of vengeance and voluntarily submit their captive enemies to the judgment of the law is one of the most significant tributes that Power has ever paid to Reason.



Poured out the wine of youth,

The years to be,

To those who would have been their sons,

They gave their immortality.


Blow bugles blow! For Honour

Paid with a royal wage;

Nobleness walks our ways again;

As we come to our heritage,

We have come to our heritage.

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