To call back the prodigies I did
When the call for fatigue men was heard;
Though my life is again a civilian's,
Martial glories shall come back to view
If I buy from these derelict millions
A rum jar or two.
Though the spirit's long since been a "goner,"
Though the uttermost heel-tap be drained,
I will give them a place of high honour,
Well knowing that once they contained