text: They laid beneath the pine trees with their caps over their eyes
  They were drunk with home and mama as they brushed away the flies
  In an instant before the sunrise they had gunned the rebels down
  As their flags were torn at half mast in the ruins of the town
  There were white sails on the water for the crippled on the beach
  There was a lack of ammunition so the cause was incomplete
  When the bugle blew at breakfast and they knew their ships were in
  Signs of grand assurance were carried on the wind
  Take it home, take it low, take responsibilities
  Came the message from the front
  For the captains, captains quarters must retreat
  Pack the compass, pack the tents, take the bunks
  They just chalked it down in history but they kept their uniforms
  They put their medals on the sideboards and they went back to their farms
  For it was just a mere reminder that they stood beside the best
  That God had saved the chosen few and the devil took the rest
  On the plains above the rock face where the sculptured eagles swoop
  Theres a haunted yell for action among the spectres of his troops
  It was silent on the coastline as the crazy angels danced
  With the sound of retreating footfall from his military camp