• Down we go my brothers, down we go to die.
    Down we go my brothers, we have no time to cry.
    Hell calls to us my brothers, and we utter our last sigh.
    Hell calls to us my brothers, and our end is drawing nigh.
    We must press on my brothers, we are nearly there.
    We must press on my brothers, through the foggy air.
    So aim your gun my brothers, in war there is no fair.
    So aim your gun my brothers, in each death we share.
    Our lives have changed my brothers, our self has gone away.
    Our lives have changed my brothers, our spirits are now strays.
    For our country my brothers, we must press on today.
    For our country my brothers, so let us all pray.
    We shall return my brothers, to where we call our home.
    We shall return my brothers, as a group or as ourselves never alone.
    We will be praised my brothers, for as our lights shone.
    We will be praised my brothers, if only on a tombstone.
    But through it all my brothers, we know what is right.
    But through it all my brothers, we don't give up the fight.
    And we keep it up my brothers, we squeeze through every night.
    And we keep it up my brothers, to end our loved ones plight.