MARCHING SONG OF THE NEW ARMY. pre wra Emma or
PHD " SncrraTox..1 SIR,—" Kitchener's Army " has not yet found a marching song. I enclose mine (to the air of "John Brown's Body"), which you may care to place at the service of the New Army through the medium of your columns. I reserve no rights—I am, MARCHING SONG OF IBA NEW ARMY.
We are coming, Mother England, a thousand thousand strong. Tell your brothers in the trenches we have passed the call along, For the word you hold in honour, for the right against the wrong, Your sons are marching on.
From the city and the workshop, from the frontier line far-flung, From the golden lands of promise, bright and beautiful and young, Comes the trampling of your children, comes their ringing battle
song,
Your sons are marching on. By the homes we leave behind us, by the Flag upon the breeze, By the freedom of our birthright and the ships upon the seas, We have pledged the cup of conflict; we will drain it to the lees, Your sons are marching on.
The scythe of Death is reaping; still he garners in his grain r Though the noble dead are sleeping, they shall never die in vain. God be with you, Mother England, till in peace we come againi Your sons are marching on. R. M. C.
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