I saw the spires of Oxford As I was passing by，The gray spires of Oxford Against a pearlgray sky.
Who went abroad to die.
The years go fast in Oxford，The golden years and gay，The hoary Colleges look down On careless boys at play.
But when the bugles sounded war They put their games away.
God rest you，happy gentlemen，Who laid your good lives down，Who took the khaki and the gun Instead of cap and gown.
God bring you to a fairer place Than even Oxford town.