Wage

Make the fires blaze
As you focus your gaze
For the soldiers do march
With their shielded hearts

A clatter of steel
As they march for the seal
The flags flying high
With a true sense of pride

The battle soon comes
Fields of blood be done
A clash for the oils
But go the victor the spoils

With enemy are rout
And gallons of stout
Celebrations do fly
All through the sky

Returning to home
Welcomed by everyone
With safety assured
We continue our joy

Drink and be merry
No mind to the ferry
Live while we can
Until death is knocking