The Grenadier’s Good-Bye

By November 8, 2015February 18th, 2021No Comments

Here they halted, here once more
Hand from hand was rent;
Here his voice above the roar
Rang, and on they went.
Yonder out of sight they crossed,
Yonder died the cheers;
One word lives where all is lost—
‘Forward, Grenadiers!’

This alone he asked of fame,
This alone of pride;
Still with this he faced the flame,
Answered Death, and died.
Crest of battle sunward tossed,
Song of the marching years,
This shall live though all be lost—
‘Forward, Grenadiers!’

Sir Henry Newbolt