An' I walk upon the tow-path 'ere as proud as anything—
If I 'aven't got no uniform I'm serving of the King.
An' it's "Gee-hup, Mabel," an' we'll do the best we're able,
For the country's been an' called us, an' we've got to 'elp to win;
An' when the War is over, oh, we'll all lie down in clover,
With a drink all together at the "Navigation Inn."
C.F.S.
