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“Not a moment the charge must be stayed,
For no pity the battle delayed.
On we press in close ranks by our dead,
Leave our wounded where fallen they bled.
At all costs the day’s work must be wrought;
For our dead and our wounded we fought,
For their sakes not a pause must we dare,
For their sakes lying helplessly there,
For their sakes as we pressed on our way,
Closed the ranks, sped the charge, won the day.