Over hillock rough and bodies strewn
Brave soldier Lord glorious in dismal times
Battling ‘gainst score of heathen, keeping pure Imperial goal.
There lay slain many nobles,
Fought valiant to maintain the world
For their honour and their lives, to keep the Empire whole.
Nay, though through swamp and mire
Pushing forward through failing light
Though peer and partisan fell behind, Brave Soldier Lord fought with pure soul.
Then came upon the heathen child
It held the smell and look of wild
Here the future required Truth
He mesmerized the heathen youth
And glory came to wash its heart
And knowledge of its fateful part
But heathen-others intervened
Before the child could be redeemed
Now emblazened by interruption
Brave soldier Lord fends off false charge
Rescuing the plighted child, returning homeward valiantly
Rewarded by another convert
Yet found sadness in his soul
That remained those unwashed heathens, ignorant of the Trinity.