Colm MacCárthaigh: Vocal and Guitar,  Matt Jerrell: Drums, Ryan Davidson: Double Bass.

Lyrics:

Oh Sarah dear, I write from the Somme
I love you dearly, oh dearly, I don't have long
The Night is Weary, and the dawn is due,
We joke and are merry - we chosen few

And in the morning, we push on
Each day, it is hard won
And if this letter, should find your hands
Take care of our son

Oh Mother Dear, like my Father before,
I write you a letter, from a distant shore,
We have a camp, in the callabrian bay,
We rest at night, to Rome by day

And in the morning, we push on
Each Day, it is hard won
But don't be worried, I'll be hurried,
And it's far from the front I'm on.

Oh Sarah Hall, it's my duty to relate
That your loyal Son, has met his fate
He stood his ground, in a midnight raid,
Saved four lives, forever brave

And in the mourning, we push on
Each Day, it is hard won
And with this letter, from a grateful king
We thank you for your Son

Notes about We Chosen Few

There’s a long history of Irish and British “Letters from the War” songs, going back to at least Napoleonic times. Most are tragic and anti-war in their tone, valorizing the effort without glorifying it, and We Chosen Few is no exception. It’s a simple song telling a generational story; a Father lost in the Great War (the war to end wars), and son in the World War II allied invasion of Italy, a wife and mother left doubly bereaved. Unfortunately there’s no shortage of examples of this happening.