YE sons that are going to fight for your country,
Stout be your hearts as ye march on your way;
Cheery your songs as ye march o’er the highroad,
Onwards, aye onwards, to join in the fray.
Quail not, O youthful one! Jeer not, O strong!
Blend hearts and voices in one glorious song.

Ye men that are marching for right and for freedom,
Forget not your mission when perils are near;
Flee not the foe, make your sacrifice gladly,
Britain deserves of you all you hold dear!
‘Tis easy to sing when they see your march by;
‘Tis not easy to sing when you know you’ve to die!

29. 1. 1928