In this war we're always moving, <br />Moving on; <br />When we make a friend another friend has gone; <br />Should a woman's kindly face <br />Make us welcome for a space, <br />Then it's boot and saddle, boys, we're <br />Moving on. <br />In the hospitals they're moving, <br />Moving on; <br />They're here today, tomorrow they are gone; <br />When the bravest and the best <br />Of the boys you know "go west", <br />Then you're choking down your tears and <br />Moving on.<br /><br />Andrew Barton Paterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moving-on/
