We are soldiers in the army
We have to fight although we have to cry
We have to hold up that blood stained banner
We have to hold it up until we die
We are soldiers in the army
We have to fight although we have to cry
We have to hold up that blood stained banner
We have to hold it up until we die
We are soldiers in the army
We have to fight although we have to cry
We have to hold up that blood stained banner
We have to hold it up until we die
Well my mother was a soldier
Kept her hand on freedom's plow
One day she got too old she couldn't fight anymore
She said I'm going to stand here and fight anyhow, because:
We are soldiers in the army
We have to fight although we have to cry
We have to hold up that blood stained banner
We have to hold it up until we die