Who’s for the game, the biggest that’s played, <br />The red crashing game of a fight? <br />Who’ll grip and tackle the job unafraid? <br />And who thinks he’d rather sit tight? <br />Who’ll toe the line for the signal to ‘Go!’? <br />Who’ll give his country a hand? <br />Who wants a turn to himself in the show? <br />And who wants a seat in the stand? <br />Who knows it won’t be a picnic – not much- <br />Yet eagerly shoulders a gun? <br />Who would much rather come back with a crutch <br />Than lie low and be out of the fun? <br />Come along, lads – <br />But you’ll come on all right – <br />For there’s only one course to pursue, <br />Your country is up to her neck in a fight, <br />And she’s looking and calling for you.<br /><br />Jessie Pope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-s-for-the-game/
