For all we take we must pay, but the price is cruel high. - Rudyard Kipling

For all we have and are,
For all our children's fate,
Stand up and take the war.
The Hun is at the gate!

We're poor little lambs who've lost our way,
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We're little black sheep who've gone astray,
Baa—aa—aa!
Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree,
Damned from here to Eternity,
God ha' mercy on such as we,
Baa! Yah! Bah!

I have written the tale of our life For a sheltered people's mirth,
In jesting guise—but ye are wise, And ye know what the jest is worth.