Choruses

We are Soldiers,
In the army,
We have to fight,
Although we have to cry
We have to hold up the bloodstained banner
We have to hold it up
Until we Die!

My mother was a Soldier
She had her hand on the Gospel Plow
But one day she got old,
She couldn’t fight anymore,
She said I’ll stand here, and fight anyhow.

Woe oe oe oe!

We are Soldiers,
In the army,
We have to fight,
Although we have to cry
We have to hold up the bloodstained banner
We have to hold it up
Until we Die!

My Father was a Soldier,
Oh yes!
He had his hands on the Gospel Plow
But one day he got old,
He couldn’t fight anymore,
He said, I’ll stand here and fight anyhow.

O O – O – O

We are Soldiers,
In the army,
We have to fight,
Although we have to cry
We have to hold up the bloodstained banner
We have to hold it up
Until we Die!

I’m so glad that I’m a Soldier
Oh yes!
I’ve got my hand on the Gospel Plow,
Oh yes!
One day I’ll get old,
And can’t fight anymore,
And I’ll stand here and fight anyhow.

Oo- O - O!

We are Soldiers,
In the army,
We have to fight,
Although we have to cry
We have to hold up the bloodstained banner
We have to hold it up
Until we Die!