Poem for January 14, 2035

UP to battle! Sons of Suli

Up, and do your duty duly!

There the wall--and there the Moat is:

Bouwah! Bouwah! Suliotes!

There is booty--there is Beauty,

Up my boys and do your duty.

By the sally and the rally

Which defied the arms of Ali;

By your own dear native Highlands,

By your children in the islands,

Up and charge, my Stratiotes,

Bouwah!--Bouwah!--Suliotes!

As our ploughshare is the Sabre:

Here's the harvest of our labour;

For behind those battered breaches

Are our foes with all their riches:

There is Glory--there is plunder--

Then away despite of thunder!