We Have Forty Million Reasons For Failure,

The First Condition Of Understanding A Foreign Country Is To Smell It.

Still Stands Thine Ancient Sacrifice - An Humble And A Contrite Heart.

We Have Forty Million Reasons For Failure, But Not A Single Excuse.

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

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep... For It's Tommy This, An' Tommy That An' Chuck Him Out, The Brute! But It's Saviour Of His Country, When The Guns Begins To Shoot!