I've a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a button-stick, / I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick. |
I've a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a buttonstick, I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick, But I've had my fun o' the Corp'ral's Guard; I've made the cinders fly, And I'm here in the Clink for a thundering drin |
I've taken my fun where I've found it / An' now I must pay for my fun. |
If any question why we died, Tell them, because our fathers lied |
If blood be the price of admiralty, / Lord God, we ha' paid in full! |
If he plays, being young and unskillful, For shekels of silver or gold, Take his money, my son praising Allah: The kid was ordained to be sold |
If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten. |
If I were dammed of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, mother o' mine o mother o' mine. |
If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! |
If you can fill the unforgiving minute / With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, / Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, / And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! |
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!' |
If you can keep your head when all about you / Are losing theirs and blaming it on you. |
If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. . . . The world will be yours and everything in it, what's more, you'll be a man, my son. |
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster/ And treat those two impostors just the same. |
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, / Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch. |