“Charge the Hill.”
Never give up,
trudge up the hill.
Bullets fly high and low.
Shells falling like coins
on pavement.
Mortars shake the earth.
Smoke rises and clouds the sky.
Men will fall, men will rise.
Save the fallen
from the fangs of evil.
Remember the fallen,
Lives risked, to take the hill.
Battle on the Hill.
Victory is ours.
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Author:
Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) (
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