Let sleeping soldiers lie,
men who, as they say goodbye,
will always pack their gear and go
to where the danger runs.
Training hard, and laughing harder,
partaking of life's full larder,
a soldiers' lot is all for those
who think the cost is cheap.
Eager hearts, whose boldness longing,
with their fellowship belonging,
shoulder arms to hold your freedom
for such, never weep!
For gladly marching, to dreadful daring,
any price or burden bearing,
keeping such as you in safety,
loved ones wait to welcome home,
Heroes' triumph, victory gallant,
accolades for virtuous talent,
our best reward, to see you smiling,
stronger love than song or poem.