So, I've Battled It Through On My Own, Jack, I Have Done With All Dreaming And Doubt. Though 'Stoney' To-Night And Alone, Jack, I Am Watching The Old Year Out. I Have Finished With Brooding And Fears, Jack, And The Spirit Is Rising In Me, For The Sake Of The Old New Years, Jack, And The Bright New Years To Be. I Have Fallen In Worldly Disgrace, Jack, And I Know Very Well That You Heard; They Have Blackened My Name In This Place, Jack, And I Answered Them Never A Word. But Why Should I Bluster Or Grieve, Jack? So Narrow And Paltry They Be, I Knew You Would Never Believe, Jack, The Lies That Were Said Against Me. That Is Done Which Shall Never Be Undone, And I Blame Not, I Blame Not My Land, But I'm Hearing The Calling Of London, And I Long For The Roar Of The Strand. It Was Always The Same With Our Race, Jack; You Know How A Vagabond Feels, We Can Fight A Straight Man Face To Face, Jack. But We Can't Keep The Curs From Our Heels. You Know I Loved Women And Drink, Jack, And That's How The Trouble Began; But You Know That I Never Would Shrink, Jack, From A Deed That Was Worthy A Man! I Never Was Paltry Or Mean, Jack. And Cruel I Never Could Be, I Will Give You A Hand Which Is Clean, Jack, When We Meet Again Over The Sea. I Will Bring A Few Wrinkles Of Care, Jack; I Have Altered A Lot, I Am Told; The Steel-Filings Show In My Hair, Jack; But My Heart Is As Young As Of Old. I Have Faith Still In Women, And Men, Jack, Though Selfish And Blind They May Be. I Still Have My Soul And My Pen, Jack, And My Country Seems Dearer To Me. I Will Sail When Your Summer Sets In, Jack, And Good-Bye To My Own Native Land; Oh, I Long For A Glimpse Of Your Grin, Jack, And I Long For The Grip Of Your Hand. We Both Suffered Sorrow And Pain, Jack, And Sinned In The Days That Are Done; But We'll Fight The Old Battle Again, Jack, Where The Battle Is Worth Being Won.