If it says, "NO," then it's Home, boys, Home, and that's where I want to be.
It's home, boys, home, in the old countree.

'Neath the ash, and the oak, and the spreading maple tree, it's home, boys, home, to mine own countree! This is Hope and you.

So know, that in getting to you I have not thrown away a minute.

I have been a slave-driver, to others as well as to myself.

But you cannot get favors with a whip; and, the French war office has other matters to occupy it, that it considers of more importance than an impatient war correspondent.