Los Viejos Estandartes
Los Cuatro Cuartos
The Old Standards
The thunder of the cannons has fallen silent
The trenches now are still
And down the northern roads
The battalions come marching home
The squadrons return
To Chile
And to their faithful sweethearts
On their triumphant flags
They carry a thousand memories of glory
Bullets have torn through their silks
And their stars now bear
And their stars now bear
Honorable scars of war
They march beneath triumphal arches
Behind their valiant generals
And though their bodies may be wounded
They stride forward with martial pride
They smile with manly grace
And they return undefeated
The ancient banners pass by
Which fought in every clash
And, stained deep with blood
They led the soldiers onward
And draped the fallen
Like a noble shroud
There they go!
The infantrymen of bronze
The gunners of fire and steel
And their sabers and lances raised in the wind
To the charge!
The horsemen of silver
