TEN THOUSAND MEN A DAY

All the world was wearying,

All the world was sad;

Everything was shadow-filled;

Things were going bad.

Then a rumour stirred all hearts

As a wind stirs trees -

Ten thousand men a day

Coming over seas!

Soon we saw them marching by -

God! what a sight! -

Shoulders back, and heads erect,

Faces full of light.

Smiling like a morn in May,

Moving like a breeze,

Ten thousand men a day

Coming over seas.

Weary soldiers worn with war

Lifted up their eyes,

Shadows seemed to fade a bit,

Dawn was in the skies.

Hope sprang to troubled hearts,

Strength to tired knees:

Ten thousand men a day

Were coming over seas.

France and England swarmed with them,

Khaki-clad and young,

Filled with all the joy of life -

Into line they swung.

Waning valour rose anew

At the sight of these

Ten thousand men a day

Coming over seas.

Still they come — and still they come

In their strength and pride.

Victory with radiant mien

Marches on beside.

Victory is here to stay,

Every heart agrees,

With ten thousand men a day

Coming over seas.