I was between the devil and the deep sea,
My home has always being run with blood and with iron.
I thought they said a child should feel nothing but 'safe'
But mine was different.
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.