Gather round the glass and grab hold of your ladies We'll send off Karsky's Soldiers one by one We'll drink your health by the fire, keep one step ahead of hell Cuz dead men never see the rising sun Has it come right down to this your time's run up at last There's no one left to hear your dying song And as you board your ship to sail from these forgotten shores We handful who are left will send you on May your passage be fast, may you find your peace at last On the other side of death's eternal door But don't reach for the Cross, your hands aren't clean enough Just pray that someone settled up the score Buried in a ditch, just outside the chapel wall Two diggers sang you Near My God to Thee And the pastor read a sermon founded in the book of Job Such words would make a faithless man believe May your passage be fast, may you find your peace at last On the other side of death's eternal door But don't reach for the Cross, your hands aren't clean enough Just pray that someone settled up the score