I. For all who rose and fell, From life to death, This is a poem for all of you, All of you whose memory is fresh in mind.
II. Fought in the great skirmish, With battle’s cry and its scars, Sickness and death came to them, Whose hearts are not barren.
III. All may rise from the ground, With an arousing pound, Whose voices made a sound, that cannot be found.