“You are just a boy. What do you know?”
I reason and reckon with the aged,
For the tears in my youthful eyes is as pepper,
Fire in my heart, ablaze in my bones,
...
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.