Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our Potato mash.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a frog
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger-frog;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the cold-blood…
Or close the wall up with our Potato mash.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a frog
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger-frog;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the cold-blood…
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Tadpoles, Tatties, and Saint Frog!'
Cry 'God for Tadpoles, Tatties, and Saint Frog!'