There were sound of armies gathering Unto the cannon's roll; There were sounds of martial melody Before Sebastopol. Courage was mantling int he breast, And fire in many an eye, As Britain's gallant hosts moved on To conquer or to die. There were noble veterans in that train Who boasted many a scar; There was one who led his gallant band, Young in those scenes of war; Young, but how loved!--ah, manyh an eye That saw him arming there Was raised to bless him, as his voice Broke through the misty air, "This way, 97th! "By the flags that o'er us wave, All that makes the brace heart brave; By the ties of home's sweet band, Sheltered on our native land; By the ashes of our sires-- By the light of Britain's fires-- "This way, 97th! "By the burning vows that rest Deept within the partiot's breast; By the bayonets that gleam In the young moon's flickering beam; Though we stand on danger's marge, God will help us--up and charge! "This way, 97th! "He will arm us for the fight, On this strange, this fearful night. Ere we route the treach'rous foe Some of us may slumber low; See that each is read--then, Fight and die like Christian men. "This way, 97th! "Forward! victory is ours, Though we fall beneath yon towers: England's glory is our crest-- England's colors wrap our breast-- Let the trenches witness bear That the dauntless brave fell there; This way, 97th!" Fierce was the battle--wild the strife-- The ground beneath them rang; Redan and Malakoff that night Echoed the musket's clang; Two thousand of the treach'rous host Advanced 'neath that dark sky; Two hundred of Victoria's men Had met them at the cry, "This way, 97th!" They fought and conquered, but the voice That led them bravely on, The tone that cheered their lion-hearts For evermore was gone. Yet as the life-blood flowed apace, He saw his victory won, And once more shouted as he fell, "Brethren, the foemen run! This way, 97th!"