So we bury our dead.
Fast we bury our dead.
All too scanty the time let us work as we may,
For the foe burns for strife, and our ranks are at bay:
On the graves we are digging what legions will tread,
Swift and eager to slay—
Though we bury our dead.
See we bury our dead!
Oh, they fought as the young and the dauntless will fight,
Who fancy their war is a war for the right!