The cook went forth, and the foe in vain
On his pets and pans did thunder,
He thicked thin gravy, he sauced the plain,
And he sliced coarse lumps asunder,
And he cried “a cook can defy, you see,
A Commissariat’s knavery;
The soldier who saves a nation free,
Should have a ration savoury.”
Punch. July 28, 1855.