God help the poor soldier when backward he goes

  In disgraceful retreat thro' a country of foes!

  No respite from danger by day or by night

  He is still forced to fly, still o'ertaken to fight,

  Every step that he takes he must battle his way,

  He must force his hard meal from the peasant away;

  No rest—and no hope, from all succour afar,

  God forgive the poor Soldier for going to the war!