Your heart house the grit and the guts,
But you aren't ready to respond tooth for tooth
Africa told me you are combative And stubborn
But you instead coil yourself into a rag
...
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.