When Jimmy talks about the wars,
It's worse than death to hear him.
I must go out and hide my tears
Because I cannot bear him.
A brigadier or grenadier
He says they're sure to make him.
So now he jibes and cracks his jokes
And bids me not forsake him.

He hewed the very coals we burn,
So when this fire I'm lighting...
To think the coals were in his hands
It sets me heart to beating.

--- The Collier Recruit ---