[T]here are thrilling accounts of the landing of many of the regiments at Boulogne… As regiment after regiment marched through the town to their camp on the hills above, they were escorted by the populace amid exclamations of admiration at their soldierly bearing and good looks. Our men were singing and laughing all the way, repeating incessantly these words to a certain rhythm: Are we downhearted? No-o-o-o-o. Shall we win? Y-e-es.