A Boy Of To-day Is

(an Unhappy Childhood Was Not) An Unsuitable Preparation For My Future, In That It Demanded A Constant Wariness, The Habit Of Observation, And The Attendance On Moods And Tempers; The Noting Of Discrepancies Between Speech And Action; A Certain Reserve Of Demeanour; And Automatic Suspicion Of Sudden Favours.

Well, If I Am A Man, A Man I Must Become.

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.

Bite On The Bullet, Old Man, And Don't Let Them Think You're Afraid.

I've Taken My Fun Where I've Found It, An' Now I Must Pay For My Fun, For The More You 'ave Known O' The Others The Less Will You Settle To One.