To fight aloud is very brave

To fight aloud, is very brave - 

But gallanter, I know

Who charge within the bosom

The Calvalry of Wo - 

Who win, and nations do not see - 

Who fall - and none observe - 

Whose dying eyes, no Country

Regards with patriot love - 

We trust, in plumed procession

For such, the Angels go -

Rank after Rank, with even feet -

And Uniforms of snow.