Some say that we could not,
But a chap can only do his best,
And offer all he's got.
Fall out, the guard! The old home guard!
Pile arms! Right turn! Dismiss!
No grousing, even if it's hard
To break our ranks like this.
We can't show much in the way of fun
For four and a half years gone;
If we'd had our chance—just one! just one!—