Now my sturdy grandson rules the host I knew,
And a drab-clad army trusts his five-shell clips
As of old the blue-clad held my one shot true.
Still, my dotage takes solace of glory
From my turbulent youth and its scenes.
As vivid with valorous story
As the isles of the far Philippines.
Though the steel-jacket smokeless is sovereign
And I'm proud of my name on his crest,
It was black smoke and lead