Through the muck and the mud
and the fields of snow below,
We march and we march
to the green fields fro,
‘Crost sleet and rain
to a bittersweet end,
O’er tha days and ages
you were ever my trusty friend.
Through the muck and the mud
and the fields of snow below,
We march and we march
to the green fields fro,
‘Crost sleet and rain
to a bittersweet end,
O’er tha days and ages
you were ever my trusty friend.