The East aflame with war's red strife and riot of its thunder
(Poor weary boys that wend their way along the shrapnelled road.)
Oh! hearts that follow, wish them luck and strength in sleep and waking,
These gallant youths that come and go through all the gloomy night
To labour on the mighty job; its stress and toil unshaking
The fire and faith of mighty souls that battle for the right.
Oh! Heaven light their darkest hour and send them safely through it
To reach the goal of their desires and see the struggle through.
The way is rough and hard the fight. God give them strength to do it,
To weather through and finish up the work they've come to do.