text:  The looks are bent on the shaking ground And the heart beats loud with a knelling sound; Swift by the breasts that must bear the brunt Gallops the Major along the front-- "Halt!" And fetter'd they stand at the stark command And the warriors silent halt! Proud in the blush of morning glowing What on the hill-top shines in flowing? "See you the Foeman's banners waving?" "We see the Foeman's banners waving!" Now God be with you woman and child Lustily hark to the music wild-- The mighty trump and the mellow fife Nerving the limbs to a stouter life; Thrilling they sound with their glorious tone Thrilling they go through the marrow and bone