The drums of war are beating again
and all the brave young boys
are leaving their mothers
to go off and be men

And they all will be changed
for the better or worse
and many a blessing
lies under a curse

And if they come back at all
when they come back from war
they’ll have friends oh my friends
like they’ve not had before

Yes the friends they make here
midst the death and the fear
are friends that grow dear
and yet dearer each year

For a new family is formed
in the sand and the mud
where each man learns
blood is thicker
than blood