At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.

I've taken my fun where I've found it.

I keep six honest serving men.

For it's "guns this" and "guns that," and "chuck 'em out, the brutes," But they're the "Savior of our loved ones" when the thugs begin to loot.

Those who only know England know not England.

The 'eathen in 'is blindness must end where 'e began. But the backbone of the Army is the non-commissioned man!

Still stands thine ancient sacrifice - An humble and a contrite heart.