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The soldiers march and the cannons fire

The horses cry in a raging choir

Led by king advancing through the marsh

Five battalions made the russians halt

By the first morning light they marched

Swedish warriors strong at heart

Through the rain and the mud they fought

Claiming power and the glory sought

Marching, marching, marching, marching on

Drums echo as the warrior’s marching on

Marching, marching, marching, marching on

The thunder roars as they break through the enemy lines

The soldiers stand to fight

They rage until morning light

Meeting glory or demise

The warriors stand to fight

(Caroleans) march through enemy fire

Knee by knee causing dreadful dire

They reign down their musket blows

A burst of rounds at the hostile lines

Wade through river in the black of night

King Carolus men, fierce knights

Through the rain and the mud they fought

Claiming power and the glory sought

The soldiers marched and the cannons fired

The horses cry can be heard no more

Led by king advancing through the night

Five battalions gave their full force

By the first morning light they marched

Swedish warriors strong at heart

Through the rain and the mud they fought

Claiming power and the glory sought