The British Tommy took it by the million—
Why should it fail to sell now he has turned civilian?
It is not base ingratitude that blinds him
To recognition of an ancient debt,
But rather that the sight of these reminds him
Of painful days which he would fain forget.
When life was one long round of guards and drills,
Marches, patrols, fatigues and sick parades—and pills.
Yet hear me, maker of the potent pilule:
Although my days of soldiering are o'er,