Marching, forced marching, At stretch of speed so strong the need, Marching, forced marching, And Bobs himself to lead. Horse, foot and gun at call, Like wool upon a ball, 'Tis in and out and round about He winds and binds us all. Marching, forced marching, For weeks and weeks, o'er moors and peaks; Marching and outmarching Ten thousand grand old Greeks. Till Xenophon's harangues Of stades and parasangs, By all the powers this march of ours To Banagher it bangs. Marching and marching, So swift and far by sun and star! On marching and marching Away for Candahar. They say she's sore beset, But through the Afghan net We boys will break, and no mistake, And save the city yet.
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "Marching to Candahar", op. 76 no. 26, published 1901 [voice and piano], from Songs of Erin, no. 26, London, Boosey [text verified 1 time]
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