The Grenadier's Good-Bye

By Sir Henry Newbolt

"When Lieutenant Murray fell, the only words he spoke were,

'Forward, Grenadiers!'"---Press Telegram.

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!"