But then next came a yeoman, a yeoman of Kent, Jollily singing his roundelay; He spoke to the widow of living and rent, And where was the widow could say him nay?

"No, gentlemen, no... you mustn`t think... I quite understand. You`re wrong to think that of me... I... for me... for the honor of the regiment I`d... Ah well, I`ll show that in action, and for me the honor of the flag... Well, never mind, it`s true I`m to blame, to blame all round. Well, what else do you want?..."