I Wasted My Substance, I Know I

Come You Back, You British Soldier; Come You Back To Mandalay!

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

When The Cambrian Measures Were Forming, They Promised Perpetual Peace. They Swore, If We Gave Them Our Weapons, That The Wars Of The Tribes Would Cease. But When We Disarmed They Sold Us, And Delivered Us, Bound, To Our Foe, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings Said: "stick To The Devil You Know."

Our Hearts Where They Rocked Our Cradle, Our Love Where We Spent Our Toil, And Our Faith, And Our Hope, And Our Honor, We Pledge To Our Native Soil. God Gave All Men All Earth To Love, But Since Our Hearts Are Small, Ordained For Each One Spot Should Prove Beloved Over All.

If I Were Dammed Of Body And Soul, I Know Whose Prayers Would Make Me Whole, Mother O' Mine O Mother O' Mine.