Up along the hill
On worn and weathered knees
He strived headlong, stubborn,
Leading us to our destiny.
Our Captain shouted No! to him,
Warning of shocks and shoals,
Of arrows, pins, shards and blades,
Of bent, broken flags and escutcheons.
And all us foolish boys
Who marked his words,
Respected his histories,
Who stepped from platform to train
And left our fair loves
Huddled down against the rain,
Who laughed cadence to each other
Loud, hearty and brave,
Only to be vanquished
On this foreign hill,
To lie red in the mud, to stretch crooked
Across these rocks in death and misery.