We counted them out,
and we counted them in,
there were fewer came back,
and they cried ‘Did we win?’
‘Not today.’ we said,
with a degree of sorrow;
‘But, we are bound to win tomorrow’.
So, we counted them out,
and we counted them in,
still fewer came back,
and they asked ‘Did we win?’
‘Not today.’ we said,
with a soupçon of sorrow,
‘But, we’ll probably win tomorrow.’
So, we counted them out,
and we counted them in,
just a handful came back,
and they asked, Did we win?’
‘Not today.’ we said,
with a small pinch of sorrow,
Though we’re quite likely to win on the morrow.’
Then we counted them out,
and we counted him in,
a dusty young lad from the Farthings,
and he asked, ‘Did I win?’
‘Not today’. we admitted,
with a tear in one eye,
‘But tomorrow is another day,
in which you can try’.
We counted him out…