The grenadier's goodbye

Here they halted here once more

Hand form hand was rent;

Here his voice above the roar

Rang and on they went;

Yonder out of sight they crossed

Yonder died the cheers

One word lives where all is lost:

"Forward, Grenadiers!"

This alone he asked of fame

This alone of pride:

Still with this he faced the flame

Answered Death and died

Crest of battle sunward tossed

Song of the marching years

This will live though all be lost:

"Forward, Grenadiers!"