OUR DEAD
They lie entombed in serried ranks,A cross atop each lonely grave.They rest beneath the peaceful banksThey fought so valiantly to save.This ground made sacred by their tears,Our starry flag above each head,For upwards of a thousand yearsA shrine shall be unto our dead.
They lie entombed in serried ranks,A cross atop each lonely grave.They rest beneath the peaceful banksThey fought so valiantly to save.This ground made sacred by their tears,Our starry flag above each head,For upwards of a thousand yearsA shrine shall be unto our dead.
They lie entombed in serried ranks,A cross atop each lonely grave.They rest beneath the peaceful banksThey fought so valiantly to save.
They lie entombed in serried ranks,
A cross atop each lonely grave.
They rest beneath the peaceful banks
They fought so valiantly to save.
This ground made sacred by their tears,Our starry flag above each head,For upwards of a thousand yearsA shrine shall be unto our dead.
This ground made sacred by their tears,
Our starry flag above each head,
For upwards of a thousand years
A shrine shall be unto our dead.