They go, to prove them men.
In the field, at the desk, at the court, in the mart,
With the joy in their eyes and the fire in their heart,
To struggle, to strive, to obey, to command,
To work, and to leaven the land.
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When the trumpet blew a shriller blast
And the loud alarum rang.
Marching, galloping, thick and fast,
Forward, forward, on to the last,
Forward again they sprang!
Wounded and bleeding and dying and dead--
On to the last where the captain led,
Bursting the battlements overhead
Where the biting bullets sang.
Danger and death and devotion they saw;
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