If any Question why We Died Tell them because our Father's Lied.

We be of one blood, ye and I

They copied all they could copy, But they couldn't copy my mind; And I left them sweatin' and stealin', A year and a half behind.

Heaven grant us patience with a man in love.

Delight in the little things.

I have stated it plain, an' my argument's thus ( It's all one, says the Sapper) There's only one Corps which is perfect - that's us; An' they call us Her Majesty's Engineers, With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

When man has come to the Turnstiles of Night, all the creeds in the world seem to him wonderfully alike and colorless.