A little bread, a crust - a crumb, 
A little trust, a Demijohn, 
Can keep the soul alive, 
Not portly - mind! 
But breathing - warm - 
Conscious, as old Napoleon 
The night before the Crown! 

A modest lot, a fame petite, 
A brief campaign of sting and sweet, 
Is plenty! is enough! 
A sailor's business is the Shore - 
A soldier's- Balls! 
Who asketh more 
Must seek the neighboring life!