"K(1)"
Reading edition
_We do not deem ourselves A 1, We have no past: we cut no dash: Nor hope, when launched against the Hun, To raise a more than moderate splash.
But yesterday, we said farewell To plough; to pit; to dock; to mill. For glory_? Drop it! _Why? Oh, well— To have a slap at Kaiser Bill.
And now to-day has come along. With rifle, haversack, and pack, We're off, a hundred thousand strong. And—some of us will not come back.
But all we ask, if that befall, Is this. Within your hearts be writ This single-line memorial_:— He did his duty—and his bit!