O it's Tommy this, and Tommy that, and Tommy 'ow's your soul/But it's thin red line of heroes when the drums begin to roll.

As the dawn comes up like thunder.

I keep six honest serving men.

The world is very lovely, and it's very horrible--and it doesn't care about your life or mine or anything else.

All the people like us are we, and everyone else is They.

Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can; But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!

Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity.