They’ll tell the old tale how the infidels fell;
As they huddle together around the logs burning
They’ll bitterly think of our vengeance as well.
The vendor of kabobs, while deftly preparing
His wares, will remember brave Roberts’ return
Till, losing himself in his cursing and swearing
He carelessly leaves all the kabobs to burn.
Nor shall England, great mother of heroes, forget him,
Who worthily wiped out the stain on her fame;
High up on the roll of her heroes she’ll set him