Spare me these doldrums of malaise;

Though loss and shame I’ve known before

Last Thursday was the worst of days.

I simply ask each man that plays

To wear his badge as if to war;

Spare me these doldrums of malaise.

And if we lose, lose in a blaze

With passion not a spineless bore;

Last Thursday was the worst of days.

It’s hard to find some kind of praise

When this sticks so within my craw;

Spare me these doldrums of malaise.

And nothing but dull anger stays

And sickens me unto the core;

Last Thursday was the worst of days.

Some later time no doubt I’ll raise

My head and climb up off the floor;

For now there's nothing but malaise

Last Thursday was the worst of days.