The Work of Angels
Song of the Soldiers
Comrades known in marches many,
Comrades, tried in dangers many,
Comrades, bound by memories many,
Brother let us be.
Wounds or sickness may divide us,
Marching orders may divide us,
But whatever fate betide us,
Brothers of the heart are we.
Comrades, known by faith the clearest,
Tried when death was near and nearest,
Bound we are by ties the dearest,
Brother evermore to be.
And, if spared, and growing older,
SHould still in line with shoulder,
And with hearts no thrill the colder,
Brothers ever we shall be.
By communion of the banner,
Crimson, white and starry banner,
By the baptism of the banner,
Children of one Church are we.
Creed nor faction can divide us,
Race nor language can divide us,
Still, whatever fate betide us,
Children of the flag are we.
- Charles G. Halpine -
The Heroes We Serve