We stand one with the men that died ; Whatever the goal, we have these beside. Living or dead, we are comrades all,-Our battles are won by the men that fall!

He who died quick with his face to the foe In the heart of a friend must needs die slow: Over his grave shall be heard the call,-The battle is won by the men that fall!

For the dead man leaves you a work to do: Your heart's so full you fight like two! And the dead man's aim is the best of all,-The battle is won by the men that fall!

Oh ! lads, dear lads, you were loyal and true, The worst of the fight was borne by you ; So the word shall go to cottage and hall,-Our battles are won by the men that fall!

When peace dawns over the country side, Our thanks shall be to the lads that died ; Oh ! quiet hearts, can they hear us tell How peace was won by the men that fell ?