Wash (wash-rinse-repeat)

March right in and sign right up
You'll win a chance to fill your cup
With gold or blood who really knows
If you make it through memory shows
That you came and did what anyone could
But probably not what anyone should
And there will be marching

Marching on there two by two
Marching forward me and you
You got left and I'll get right
You'll fall here and I'll still fight
I'll write a letter to let them see
That we fought on and didn’t flee
And there will be Marching

Haunting fingers touch the sky
In early smoke the dead would cry
To touch the ones they left and loved
Ended life of push and shove
All eager dreams they fought the world
The boxes ready, flags unfurled
And there will be marching

Marching calmly to hold that weight
Marching on to soldiers fate
Marching ever to that marching call
Marching on till each man falls
They are carried to the place to pray
Each and 'ever' night and day
And there will be marching

And There Will Be Marching