Wearily to the last battle they strodenOnward through day and through nightnTo death they did go but they let them know the power of Angelisc mightnnTogether they walked and together they'd fallnUnder the Autumn skynWith victory song behind shield-wall strongnThey slashed and they battered with pridennOver river and stream and through forest and fieldnThey marched with fire in their eyesnWiping the sweat from their browsnFor miles they had fared and no effort was sparednOn the day when our England diednnOver river and stream and through forest and fieldnWe'll march with fire in our eyesnLike the forefathers of oldnFor miles we shall fare and no effort we'll sparenTill the day when our England's revived