Between You and Me by Sir Harry Lauder

This book is dedicated to the Fathers and Mothers of the Boys who went and those who prepared to go.

"One of the boys who went"

Say, Mate, don't you figure it's great

  To think, when the war is all over,

And we're thro' with the mud—­

And the spilling of blood,

  And we're shipped back again to old Dover;

When they've paid us our tin

And we've blown the lot in,

  And our very last penny is spent,

We'll still have a thought, if that's all we've got: 

  Well, I'm one of the boys who went.

Perhaps, later on, when the wild days are gone

  And you're settling down for life—­

You've a girl in your eye, you'll ask bye and bye

  To share up with you as your wife—­

Then, when a few years have flown

And you've got "chicks" of your own

  And you're happy, and snug, and content,

Man, it will make your heart glad

When they boast of their Dad—­

  My Dad—­He was one of the boys who went.