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Do we weep for the heroes who died for us,     Who living were true and tried for us,     And dying sleep side by side for us;         The Martyr-band         That hallowed our land     With the blood they shed in a tide for us?     Ah! fearless on many a day for us     They stood in front of the fray for us,     And held the foeman at bay for us;         And tears should fall         Fore'er o'er all     Who fell while wearing the gray for us.     How many a glorious name for us,     How many a story of fame for us     They left: Would it not be a blame for us         If their memories part         From our land and heart,     And a wrong to them, and shame for us?     No, no, no, they were brave for us,     And bright were the lives they gave for us;     The land they struggled to save for us         Will not forget         Its warriors yet     Who sleep in so many a grave for us.     On many and many a plain for us     Their blood poured down all in vain for us,     Red, rich, and pure, like a rain for us;         They bleed -- we weep,         We live -- they sleep,     "All lost," the only refrain for us.     But their memories e'er shall remain for us,     And their names, bright names, without stain for us:     The glory they won shall not wane for us,         In legend and lay         Our heroes in Gray     Shall forever live over again for us.