In their hand it lies
If we live or die tomorrow
Many away from home
Living the love ones alone
And so they cross the miles
Even when it cost their lives
When it's windy and stormy
No slumbering or slummy
For soldiers are not dummy
Through the tick and thin
They keep moving to win
Hurray! Joy and victory
More we are than conqueror
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