The Cadet

Cannon thunder on the hillside, the foe stands at the door
Still we sally out to face them as our fathers did before
Farewell to darling mother who nursed me at her breast
Keep my mem'ry in your heart like the bullet in my chest

Our colours on the battle-wind are haloed by the sun
They'll likely lie entombed in mud before the day is done
How could it have come to this, how did we fall so far
Still never shall we turn aside, that's just who we are

Our hearth and home sleeps at our backs, the foe stands in our path
Our blood and bones the last defense against rapine and wrath
So we'll fall upon their bayonets, we'll eat their shot and shell
We'll grapple with our dying breath and drag them straight to Hell!

- J.B Canfield

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