A man that's spent years knocking round "out in front" Has most usually had lots of pals-- He's mixed up with pardners at various times And he's had his affairs with the gals....
Some sigh for the breath of the desert Where the stifling heat waves blow; Some pant for the trackless tundra And the sting of the cold and snow; Some long for the wash of a sultry sea...
While all Europe is a shambles And the whole world is at war, And half the land the sun shines on Is drenched in human gore; When every Nation counts the men It knows are tried and true...