Guy Wetmore Carryl

“ But most a poet—'er majesty's poet—soldier an' sailor, too!
'E's often Scot an' 'e's often not, but 'is work is never through,
For 'e laughs at blame, an' 'e writes for fame, an' a bit of revenue—
Bein' a poet—'er majesty's poet—soldier an' sailor, too!
'E'll take you up to the Arctic zone, 'e'll take you down to the Nile,
'E'll give you a barrack ballad in the Tommy Atkins style,
Or 'e'll sing you a Deepsea Chantey as the bloomin' bo'suns do—
For 'e's a poet—'er majesty's poet—soldier an' sailor, too!
An' there isn't no room for others, an' there's nothin' left to do ”