There's a solitary man crying, "Hold me."
  It's only because he's a-lonely
  If the keeper of time runs slowly
  He won't be alive for long!
    If he only had time to tell of all of the things he planned
  With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve?
  It means nothing!
    To the opium den and the barroom gin
  In the Belmont chair playing violins
  The gambler's face cracks into a grin
  As he lays down the king of spades
    But the dealer just stares
  There's something wrong here, he thinks
  The gambler is seized and forced to his knees
  And shot dead
    He only wanted more time
  Away from the darkest door
  But his luck it gave in
  As the dawn light crept in
  And he lay on the floor
    From the Hundred Year War to the Crimea
  With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear
  To all of the men who have stood with no fear
  In the service of the King
    Before you met your fate be sure you
  Did not forsake your lover
  May not be around anymore