It was all for England, and glory—but that cost money, you know—
Seventy years ago, John, seventy years ago.
And now you say it's the same, what with Afghanistan and Zulu,
And that darned American weather come over to bother you too;
'There won't be very much left me, if this sort of thing goes on;
And this is a time of peace—of peace with honour!' says John.
'And all trade seems half dead, and the farmers can't pay their rent,
While the landlords are only too happy to give them back twenty per cent.
Farmers!—and pay no rent? Well, the rent perhaps could be borne,