You and I, who’ve been cronies together,
Have a pull at the brandy. A Guelph
Isn’t dearer to me at this moment—
My charger’s been shot in both flanks,
But we can both straddle somehow in the saddle,
And I’ll get you back to the ranks.
What’s this dark hull that looms up against us?
This great rush of steam, and this dash?
For the ones that we love all things earthly above
Great heavens! she’s on us! A crash—