And along the edge of this shattered wood,

Where the trees are splintered and dashed with blood;

Then on through this field of trampled corn,

Where the once broad leaves into shreds are torn;

Into the shadow of this ravine,

Where the dead and wounded are everywhere seen.

Rataplan! Rataplan! Rataplan!

Follow me, follow me, every true man!

Follow me on through the fiery breath

Of the vengeful cannon, scattering death.