But with a manner something larger,
As warriors who between their knees
Have learned to steer the bounding charger.
Unchanged their language, rude and firm,
Save where a khaki note is sounded,
And here and there a towpath term
With military tags confounded.
"Get forward! Are you ready? Quick—
March!" "Get a move on! Keep it breezy!"
"Two, mind the step!" "Swing out and kick!"