[WOMAN, spoken]
Oh!

[MAN 1, spoken]
Who is it? Somebody's been killed!

[MAN 2, spoken]
They're carrying Tenpin. 

[MAN 3, spoken]
Tenpin's been killed!

[MAN 4, spoken]
Poor fellow. 

[MEN]
Drawn to the earth the soldier lies
With beat of drum we usher him home
Emptied of mirth, his blinded eyes
Stare at the grass roots whence we come

Roll, roll the drum for a soldier
Grieve, grieve for the heart of dust
Mourn, mourn for there lives none bolder
Weep, weep for the bright blade's rust
[WOMEN]
Sighing, sighing
For a soldiеr's dying

[MEN]
Wake the hills' replying
Still thе wild heart's crying

[WOMEN & MEN]
Turn and leave him where he's lying

Back to the ground the soldier goes
No toll of bell for his last farewell
But a trumpet's sound in the graveyard close
Hallows the plot where he shall dwell

Roll, roll the drum for a soldier
Grieve, grieve for the heart of dust
Mourn, mourn for there lives none bolder
Weep, weep for the bright blade's rust

[STUYVESANT, spoken]
Young man, much as I dislike to admit it, you have saved my life and your disobedience has saved the honor of the city. I cannot pardon you, naturally. You will have to stand trial for impertinent disregard of a military order. But you have earned the right to speak the last words over your comrade fallen in battle.