Song Program

You might also like

You are on page 1of 1

March we did, snow land

March we did, Wasteland


Nothing left but sand
Riffles still in hand

Sky turned dark were glad


Shade from suns light mad
Clouds have turned now Sad
Dreams of home some had

Of girls waiting for us


Our sargeant simply cussed
Men raise the speed
If you still want to lead

The

You might also like