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.