When things go wrong as the sometimes will,
When the road you are trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the depths are high,
And you want to smile but you have to sigh, ...
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.