I Find Cambridge An Asylum, In Every

Life, To Be Sure, Is Nothing Much To Lose, But Young Men Think It Is, And We Were Young.

Oh, 'tis Jesting, Dancing, Drinking Spins The Heavy World Around.

These, In The Day When Heaven Was Falling, The Hour When Earth's Foundations Fled, Followed Their Mercenary Calling And Took Their Wages And Are Dead. The British Regulars Who Made The Retreat From Mons, Beginning August 24, 1914.

When The Journey's Over/there'll Be Time Enough To Sleep.

Shoulder The Sky, My Lad, And Drink Your Ale.