The Old Tin Hat by Andrew Barton Paterson

In the good old days when the Army's ways were simple and unrefined, / With a stock to keep up their chins in front, and a pigtail down behind, / When the only light in the barracks at night was a candle of grease or fat, / When they put the extinguisher on the light, they called it the Old Tin Hat.

Now, a very great man is the C. in C., for he is the whole of the show -- / The reins and the whip and the driver's hand that maketh the team to go -- / But the road he goes is a lonely road, with ever a choice to make, / When he comes to a place where the roads divide, which one is the road to take. / For there's one road right, and there's one road wrong, uphill, or over the flat, / And one road leads to the Temple of Fame, and one to the Old Tin Hat.