And girded myself for the fray—
If I live to be ninety or over,
I will always remember that day!
I had five hundred rounds for my rifle,
And of hand bombs I took forty-one;
A machine-gun was slung to my shoulders,
And I carried a periscope gun.
As for rations—well, all I took with me
Was a tin of Fray Bentos[15] or two,
And in my breast pocket I planted