Blud's Thicker Than Water.

War Is The Only Game In Which Both Sides Lose.

Still From The Sire The Son Shall Hear Of The Stern Strife, And Carnage Drear, Of Flodden's Fatal Field, When Shiver'd Was Fair Scotland's Spear, And Broken Was Her Shield!

Each Must Drain His Share Of Pleasure, Share Of Pain.

But Search The Land Of Living Men, Where Wilt Thou Find Their Like Again?

Well, Then--our Course Is Chosen--spread The Sail-- Heave Oft The Lead, And Mark The Soundings Well-- Look To The Helm, Good Master--many A Shoal Marks This Stern Coast, And Rocks, Where Sits The Siren Who, Like Ambition, Lures Men To Their Ruin.