With a pounding o' the drums
came a roaring o' the guns
And the brave died to a man
and the cowards turned an' ran
and the ground it was all gory
with those who died for futile glory
Ah where lies the glory in a death
died by many in one breath
for a yard of barren gound
and for reward not e'en a fun'ral mound?
came a roaring o' the guns
And the brave died to a man
and the cowards turned an' ran
and the ground it was all gory
with those who died for futile glory
Ah where lies the glory in a death
died by many in one breath
for a yard of barren gound
and for reward not e'en a fun'ral mound?