When all is not right
In the dark of the night
Men tense with fright
And until peeking light
Hold the line...
Outnumbered by the foe
With no place to go
An outcome yet to know
The struggle, it will show
Hold the line...
Shoulder to shoulder
Glaring forward ever bolder
Moments drag on even older
Blood boiling ever colder
Hold the line...
Through some fall and faulter
Close the ranks, do not alter
Remaining like Gibraltar
Commanding steady exalter
Hold the line...
Let none slide by or press on
Nor evade gate's consession
And deny a designed oppression
A cursed cruel transgression
Hold the line...
So triumphs but the right
At the end of an aweful fight
It leaves a memorable sight
None shall deny its might
Hold the line...