Come You Back, You British Soldier; Come

You May Talk O' Gin And Beer When You're Quartered Safe Out 'ere, An' You're Sent To Penny-fights An' Aldershot It; But When It Comes To Slaughter You Will Do Your Work On Water, An' You'll Lick The Bloomin' Boots Of 'im That's Got It.

Satan Himself Can't Save A Woman Who Wears Thirty-shilling Corsets Under A Thirty-guinea Costume.

If You Can Wait And Not Be Tired Of Waiting, Or Being Lied About, Don't Deal In Lies. Or Being Hated, Don't Give Way To Hating, And Yet Don't Look Too Good, Nor Talk Too Wise.

Cat Said, 'i Am Not A Friend, And I Am Not A Servant. I Am The Cat Who Walks By Himself, And I Wish To Come Into Your Cave.'

Ye May Kill For Yourselves, And Your Mates, And Your Cubs As They Need, And Ye Can; But Kill Not For Pleasure Of Killing, And Seven Times Never Kill Man!