We cheer our soldiers on their way,
We crowd and we huzza them,
And as they go to seek the fray
Effusively “Ta-ta” them.
Then ere they’re safe upon the foam,
And distance serves to blind them,
We cry, “Turn out of house and home,
The wives they’ve left behind them.”
And so our fighters meet the foe,
And bleed, should duty bid them;