Текст песни The Fighting Man

The flag held high, a call to the warrior's pride North they had won, weary in body not mind Standing alone, the few who would see him to live For their brother to stay, allegiance to him they must give Under the banner of The Fighting Man Through dense forest and dark of night Always the flag is alight From northern lands to shores of south Always the flag is the light Not the chosen son of throne But they did hail him as their own The Fighting Man in two was torn A new flag flies but soon we'll see the new dawn Under The Fighting Man