Spoken by Irene:

The soldiers came a-marching
With their packs upon their backs
Their faces lined and weary
And their mouths a little slack

People lined the streets
To cheer them on their way
Their eyes had seen such misery
On some battlefield far away

They got a riotous welcome
With flowers strewn at their feet
They marched to the sound of fanfare
As they passed on up our street

Some had just reached manhood
And some looked old and done
Yet what an air of dignity
As they marched on one by one