Teach us delight in simple things, and mirth that has no bitter springs.
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.
After violent emotion most people and all boys demand food.
Borrow trouble for yourself, if that's your nature, but don't lend it to your neighbours.
Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent.
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.