![]() ![]() "They left us on the veldt-side, but we felt we couldn't stop The limb that trailed, the hand that failed, the bloody finger tips! Oh, the clammy brow of anguish! the livid, foam-flecked lips! ![]() With faces seared, and cheeks red smeared, and haunting eyes of woe,Īnd clotted holes the khaki couldn't hide. They were coming, all the crimson wrecks of pride They were coming, they were coming, gaunt and ghastly, sad and slow They are coming - it's the Army of the Dead." "Tear down, tear down your bunting now, and hang up sable black There came a voice that checked the heart with dread: The sky grew darker, darker, till from out the gloomy rack The flags were drooping sullenly, the men forgot to cheer The bells were silent, not an echo stirred. There was triumph, triumph, triumph down the scarlet glittering street,Īnd you scarce could hear the music for the cheers.Īnd you scarce could see the house-tops for the flags that flew between Īnd everyone was shouting for the Soldiers of the Queen,Īnd then there came a shadow, swift and sudden, dark and drear We watched the troops returning, through our tears ![]() The cruel war was over - oh, the triumph was so sweet! ![]()
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