I have march'd, trumpets sounding—drums beating—flags flying,

  Where the music of war drown'd the shrieks of the dying,

  When the shots whizz'd around me all dangers defied,

  Push'd on when my comrades fell dead at my side,

  Drove the foe from the mouth of the Cannon away,

  Fought, conquer'd and bled, all for sixpence a day.