Who's for the Game?

Who's for the Game?

Who's for the game, the biggest that's played, The red crashing game of a fight? Who'll grip and tackle the job unafraid? And who thinks he’d rather sit tight?

Who'll toe the line for the signal to 'Go!'? Who'll give his country a hand? Who wants a turn to himself in the show? And who wants a seat in the stand?

Who knows it won't be a picnic, not much, Yet eagerly shoulders a gun? Who would much rather come back with a crutch Than lie low and be out of the fun?

Come along, lads—but you'll come on all right&mdash; For there's only one course to pursue, Your country is up to her neck in a fight, And she's looking and calling for you.