An Engineer Hymn
(sung to Men of Harlech)

Men of honour stop your dreaming,
Can’t you see their bayonets gleaming,
See their warrior pennants streaming,
To this battle field.

Men of honour, stand ye steady,
It can not be ever said ye,
For this battle were not ready.
Sappers will not yield.

Hear the cannon pounding, pounding.
From the hills resounding, sounding.
Sound the horn, and forward toward,
The mighty force surrounding.

Men of honour, stand ye steady,
Ye shall ever be at ready,
To the frightful foe afore Ye.
Sappers will not yield.

Men of honour, start replying,
On courage and strength relying,
To the fray ahead be flying.
Sappers will not yield.

Men of honour, those before ye,
Fought and died as Engineers for the,
Nation that we hold so dearly.
Sappers will not yield.

Hear the cannon pounding, pounding.
From the hills resounding, sounding.
Sound the horn, and forward toward,
The mighty force surrounding.

Men of honour, on to glory,
This will ever be your story,
Keep these stirring words before ye.
Sappers will not yield.