Mukden, March 6Th, 1905 Ye That With Me Have Fought And Failed And Fought To The Last Desperate Trench Of Battle'S Crest, Not Yet To Sleep, Not Yet; Our Work Is Nought; On That Last Trench The Fate Of All May Rest, Draw Near, My Friends; And Let Your Thoughts Be High; Great Hearts Are Glad When It Is Time To Give; Life Is No Life To Him That Dares Not Die, And Death No Death To Him That Dares To Live. Draw Near Together; None Be Last Or First; We Are No Longer Names, But One Desire; With The Same Burning Of The Soul We Thirst, And The Same Wine To-Night Shall Quench Our Fire. Drink! To Our Fathers Who Begot Us Men, To The Dead Voices That Are Never Dumb; Then To The Land Of All Our Loves, And Then To The Long Parting, And The Age To Come.