Marching down to Tilbury
Soon to sail across the sea
A troop ship soon to round the Cape of Storms

Leaving England in the spring
One can't help but noticing
All the pretty flowers were growing in the gardens of the towns

Fighting, marching day and night
The enemy is put to flight
Their bravery and courage has no bounds

Places that we occupied
There is something that I spied
All the pretty flowers were growing in the gardens of the towns

All the folks back home will not believe it, but it's true
The enemy, they love their homes and families just the way we do

When the smoke had cleared away
No matter who had won the day
No matter which victorious flag was raised

No matter from which side they came
Grief in death is just the same
And all the pretty flowers were placed with loving care upon the graves

All the folks back home will not believe it, but it's true
The enemy, they worship the very same Jesus that we do

For their causes many died
In death united either side
In history it's just another page

After all is said and done
This land belongs to everyone
And all the pretty flowers are growing where the battles used to rage

All along the groveside
Up against the hillside
Covering the fields
So beautiful and free

All around the crosses
All the pretty cosmos
Are growing where the battles used to be
They're growing where the battles used to be
Yes they're growing where the battles used to be