"When Lieutenant Murray fell, the only words he spoke were, 'Forward, Grenadiers!'" -- Telegram. HERE they halted, here once more Hand from hand was rent; Here his voice above the roar Rang, and on they went. Yonder out of sight they crossed, Yonder died the cheers; One word lives where all is lost -- "Forward, Grenadiers!" This alone he asked of fame, This alone of pride; Still with this he faced the flame, Answered Death, and died. Crest of battle sunward tossed, Song of the marching years, This shall live though all be lost -- "Forward, Grenadiers!" |