Graeme Knights sang it tonight at Sharps (with Mike Sparks in the audience. It's on Graeme's CD, "Echo from afar", but he sings it slightly differently from Mike, whose words are:-

THIRTEEN FLORINS (HARTEST 1915) Mike Sparks

Ch/         Thirteen florins on the bar,
        Their voices echo from afar.
        No one ever said we'd change our golden fields for red
        When we each left a florin on the bar.

The poppies have been laid,
The sermons have been made,
The bold November sun it sinks afar.
And we've bent our heads in prayer
For those we buried there,
Who left these thirteen florins on the bar.                Chorus

We'd sung the harvest hymn,
The nights were drawing in,
We could take a week or two, help win the war.
And every last man Jack,
For a drink when he got back,
Left a silver florin on the bar.

No one thought about the blood
Or the endless seas of mud
Or the sights and sounds that would minds and memories scar.
For when the fighting it was done,
And victory had been won,
It cost these thirteen florins on the bar.                Chorus

Now the decades have rolled past,
Of those who went, well I'm the last,
Their faces throught a haze of years are marred.
If we'd known then what I know now
We'd have stayed to speed the plough
Instead, here's thirteen florins on the bar.                Chorus

The poppies have been laid,
The sermons have been made,
The bold November sun it sinks afar.
And we've bent our heads in prayer
For those we buried there,
Who left these thirteen florins on the bar.                Chorus