Steady, steady there, number two!
Step like your feet were tiger's pads—
Crawl when crawling's the thing to do!
Column left, through the sunken road!
Keep in touch as you move by feel!
Empty rifles—no need to load—
Night work's close work, stick to steel!
Wait for shadows and watch the clouds,
When it's moonshine, down you go!
Quiet, quiet, as men in shrouds,