  WHO CARES?THE sentries at the Castle Gate, We hold the outer wall, That echoes to the roar of hate And savage bugle-call— Of those that seek to enter in with steel and eager flame, To leave you with but eyes to weep the day the Germans came. Though we may catch from out the Keep A whining voice of fear, Of one who whispers "Rest and sleep, And lay aside the spear," We pay no heed to such as he, as soft as we are hard; We take our word from men alone—the men that rule the guard. We hear behind us now and then The voices of the grooms, And bickerings of serving-men Come faintly from the rooms; But let them squabble as they please, we will not turn aside, But—curse to think it was for them that fighting men have died. Whatever they may say or try, We shall not pay them heed; And though they wail and talk and lie, We hold our simple Creed— No matter what the cravens say, however loud the din, Our Watch is on the Castle Gate, and none shall enter in. |
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