THE MAJOR'S COMMAND

time and tide waits for none nor does the soldier of the battle won swift as the light that pass the mist crept the landmass thunder and lightning left out when the major called out ahoy! all brave men the sons of the Ganges terrain reach out to the far north where the enemy slept forth show no mercy for you'l receive none feel no pain and march as one here's the ensign to raise up aloft think of the weary deeds that you've got let the din of cannon shred the rhythm to carry you in right tread never panic when the men grew wear wave the standard to shook the fear never misjudge the foe as weak but remember your oath to our peak never fall when ponderous struck never halt when stark strike fight till your warmth is turned icy then the hawkish eyes will see the unbeaten soul stamped on Indian lads the mortal's robes you 've clad holds the blessings of thousand which will retain your soul and spirit even when the tricolor is laid on the honored graves made hold tightly like limpet till success is met march brave Indians with gusto and show them you are a maestro draw your sword across to pierce the devil's heart across

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