In mettle, in pure gallantry
They storm by foot to war
Muskets set, blades sharp and strong
To fight in blood and gore

The tyrant entices them with gold
Chance anew at life
But those poor souls, they never knew
They’re in for woe and strife

With pride inlaid within their hearts
They bid their wives goodbye.
In agony, in shadow black
They’ll soon fall and they’ll die

And ask themselves on verge of death
What was it worth it for?
To march away and give their lives
Away to death at war