Stand fast all you soldiers!

A lament for the fallen in two voices

Stand fast all you soldiers! You boys in army dress.

Targets each for bullets, targets each to gain

Stand fast all you soldiers! Your realm requires no less.

Stand fast all you soldiers! Prepare now for the Hun.

‘Cross the fields of Flanders, ‘cross the flattened grain

Stand fast all you soldiers! Old Fritz has raised his gun.

Stand fast all you soldiers! Stand fast and face the foe.

Hark the screams of dying, hark the screams of pain

Stand fast all you soldiers! No fear in you should show.

Stand fast all you soldiers! Each man should take his place.

Boys you knows your orders, boys you knows ‘em plain

Stand fast all you soldiers! Your Maker soon to face.

Stand fast all you soldiers! Another day to win.

Pray you for a marksman, pray it’s not in vain

Stand fast all you soldiers! And never once give in.

Stand fast all you soldiers! Be brave now to a man.

Fight the fight with courage, fight until you’re slain

Stand fast all you soldiers! And soldier while you can.

Stand fast all you soldiers! Stand ‘til the field runs red.

Never more a sunrise, never gentle rain

Stand fast all you soldiers! Stand fast until you’re dead.