For the whole of the world is ours to-day,
And it's we who'll do the talking now to smooth the way for you.
Howitzer gun or Seventy-five, the game is ours to play,
And hills may quiver and mountains shake,
But the line in front shall bend or break.
What is it to us if the world is mad? For we are the kings to-day.
Klaxon
By permission of Wm. Blackwood & Sons, Edinburgh