An' for all 'is dirty 'ide / 'E was white, clear white inside / When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire.

There's times when you'll think that you mightn't, / There's times when you know that you might; / But the things you will learn from the Yellow and Brown, / They'll 'elp you a lot with the White!

'E's all 'ot sand an' ginger when alive, / An' 'e's generally shammin' when 'e's dead.

When the Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried.

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.

It thrilled through him when he first felt the keel answer to his hand on the spokes and slide over the long hollows as the foresail scythed back and forth against the blue sky.