We Marched Across the Bridge

Men, lock arms and dig in Hoist the colors and hoist the flags Today, we march across the bridge Across the gorge, along the ridge These men are brave and their faces glow One by one, the soldiers know Beat the kettles and blow the horns Our clothes are ripped and the flags are torn Today, we march across the bridge Across the gorge, along the ridge To the other side, we fight to win Rations low and six hundred men The bridge is high, and you feel the wind No laughter here, but lonely grins The span of the bridge and you feel its height The long steel beams displays its might The soldiers know, these men are right We cross the bridge all day, all night