Whitsun was last Sunday, but this additional last verse written by Anne Coleman is too good to miss. I'm not sure I could sing it without getting weepy.

The last of them's gone now. They say they're at rest
All laid in the kind earth with the bravest and best
But if you go out early on a bright golden morn
You can see them all dancing at Whitsun ...
They're dancing together now at Whitsun.

Emailed to me by Elizabeth Block.