Comrades known in marches many,
Comrades, tried in
dangers many,
Comrades, bound by memories many,
Brothers let us be.
Wounds or sickness may divide us,
Marching orders may divide us,
But whatever fate betide
us,
Brothers of the heart are we.
Comrades, known
by faith the clearest,
Tried when death was near and
nearest,
Bound we are by ties the dearest,
Brothers
evermore to be.
And, if spared, and growing older,
Shoulder still in line with shoulder,
And with hearts no
thrill the colder,
Brothers ever we shall be.
By
communion of the banner,--
Crimson, white, and starry
banner,--
By the baptism of the banner,
Children of
one Church are we.
Creed nor faction can divide us,
Race nor language can divide us
Still, whatever fate
betide us,
Children of the flag are we. |
