The lengthy cruise of life is full of war
From the gut of man to the way of womb
Having roved his ways on the hill and tor
His gains and self end in the trough of tomb
...
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.
