Which as glorious will shine
On Smith’s red serge vest as upon the breast
Of Smyth’s scarlet superfine.
Though carpet-knights may grumble,
Routine turn up its nose,
Though Cardigans and Lucans,
And Aireys may oppose,
Yet shall the star of valour
Defy their scoffs and jeers—
As its bronze rays shine on plain Smith of the Line,