Our Loves Are Not Given,

You Sometimes See A Woman Who Would Have Made A Joan Of Arc In Another Century And Climate, Threshing Herself To Pieces Over All The Mean Worry Of Housekeeping.

All We Have Of Freedom All We Use Or Know This Our Fathers Bought For Us Long And Long Ago

Who Has Smelled The Woodsmoke At Twilight, Who Has Seen The Campfire Burning, Who Is Quick To Read The Noises Of The Night?

Fill The Unforgiving Minute With Sixty Seconds Worth Of Distance Run.

The 'eathen In 'is Blindness Must End Where 'e Began. But The Backbone Of The Army Is The Non-commissioned Man!