As we live for England's fame;
To save us for posterity was why they went and died—
Oh! The War is a real fine game!
Let the War go rolling on alone for awhile,
Let the line stand fast in the West;
Let 'em learn to use the bayonet in the grand old style,
While the Bulldog Boys have a rest.
What's the good of hurrying? British pluck'll win;
We can stand to the strain all right.
What about another rise? Send the notice in—