Where an Englishman could live and go,
We've followed our luck through weal and woe,
And never asked help from man.
And now it's over, it's hard to die
Ere the summer of life is o'er,
When the pulse beats high and the limbs are stark,
Ere time has printed one warning mark,
To quit the light for the unknown dark,
And, O God! to see home no more!
No more! no more! I that always vowed