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If you are not located in the United -States, you'll have to check the laws of the country where you are -located before using this ebook. - - - -Title: Writ in Barracks -Author: Edgar Wallace -Release Date: August 08, 2015 [EBook #49658] -Language: English -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WRIT IN BARRACKS *** - - - - -Produced by Al Haines. - - - - - - *WRIT IN BARRACKS* - - - BY - - *EDGAR WALLACE* - - - - METHUEN AND CO. - 36 ESSEX STREET: STRAND - LONDON - 1900 - - _Colonial Library_ - - - - - DEDICATION - - TO THE RANK AND FILE OF - THE ROYAL ARMY MEDICAL CORPS - AMONGST WHOM I SPENT SIX HAPPY YEARS - OF MY LIFE, THIS COLLECTION OF VERSES - MOSTLY WRITTEN IN BARRACKS - IS ADMIRINGLY - DEDICATED - - RONDEBOSCH - _April_ 4, 1900 - - - - -_'Ginger James' appeared originally in the 'Daily Chronicle,' 'Make your -own Arrangements' in the 'Pall Mall Gazette,' as also did 'T. A. in -Love.' 'Legacies' is reproduced by the kind permission of the 'Daily -News,' and 'Arthur' and 'Her Majesty has been Pleased--' of the 'Evening -News.' Most of the others are new to the English reader._ - - - - - *CONTENTS* - -WAR -ARMY DOCTOR -NICHOLSON'S NEK -MY PAL, THE BOER -SONG OF THE FIRST TRAIN THROUGH -THE NAVAL BRIGADE -THE ARMOURED TRAIN -MAKE YOUR OWN ARRANGEMENTS -GINGER JAMES -'HER MAJESTY HAS BEEN PLEASED--' -ARTHUR -LEGACIES -T. A. IN LOVE -TOMMY ADVISES -THE NUMBER ONE -BRITANNIA TO HER FIRST-BORN -TOMMY TO HIS LAUREATE -THE MISSION THAT FAILED -THE PRAYER -CEASE FIRE -TOMMY'S AUTOGRAPH -AT THE BRINK! -THE KING OF OOJEE-MOOJEE -THE SONG OF THE TOWN -BY SIMON'S BAY -THE SQUIRE -THE SEA-NATION -NATURE FAILS -THE COLONEL'S GARDEN -THE PEOPLE TO CECIL JOHN RHODES, JULY 18, 1899 -WHEN LONDON CALLS! -CAIROWARDS -ODE TO THE OPENING OF THE SOUTH AFRICAN EXHIBITION, 1898 - - - - - *WAR* - - - I - - A tent that is pitched at the base: - A wagon that comes from the night: - A stretcher--and on it a Case: - A surgeon, who's holding a light. - The Infantry's bearing the brunt-- - O hark to the wind-carried cheer! - A mutter of guns at the front: - A whimper of sobs at the rear. - And it's _War_! 'Orderly, hold the light. - You can lay him down on the table: so. - Easily--gently! Thanks--you may go.' - And it's War! but the part that is not for show. - - II - - A tent, with a table athwart, - A table that's laid out for one; - A waterproof cover--and nought - But the limp, mangled work of a gun. - A bottle that's stuck by the pole, - A guttering dip in its neck; - The flickering light of a soul - On the wondering eyes of The Wreck, - And it's _War_! 'Orderly, hold his hand. - I'm not going to hurt you, so don't be afraid. - A ricochet! God! what a mess it has made!' - And it's _War_! and a very unhealthy trade. - - III - - The clink of a stopper and glass: - A sigh as the chloroform drips: - A trickle of--what? on the grass, - And bluer and bluer the lips. - The lashes have hidden the stare.... - A rent, and the clothes fall away.... - A touch, and the wound is laid bare.... - A cut, and the face has turned grey.... - And it's _War_! 'Orderly, take It out. - It's hard for his child, and it's rough on his wife, - There might have been--sooner--a chance for his life. - But it's _War_! And--Orderly, clean this knife!' - - - - - *ARMY DOCTOR* - - - Army Doctor! Army Doctor! - 'Ere's some 'cruities for inspection,-- - Some in rags, an' some in cuffs. - Some in shirts, an' some without 'em, - Wot a blessed strange collection! - Served before? You needn't doubt 'em, - Bloomin' muffs! - - Army Doctor! Army Doctor! - Take your sword, an' drop your lancet, - Teach your nurses 'ow to fight! - 'Ow to march the dead march--solemn! - 'Ow to route march--an' to dance it! - Teach 'em 'ow to march in column, - By the right! - - Army Doctor! Army Doctor! - Gold an' velvet! 'broidered lacin's, - 'Oldin' 'igh your bloomin' 'ead! - 'Seen you peel that coat so winnin', - 'Seen you stain them pretty facin's, - 'Seen your 'ighly glossy linen, - Splattered red! - - Army Doctor! Army Doctor! - 'Sun is 'ot--an' we are learnin' - Lessons in the cholera school, - We're fear-sick, an' mad as 'atters, - Throat a-parchin', 'ead a-burnin', - Seems to me, _you're_ takin' matters - Rather cool! - - Army Doctor! Army Doctor! - Spurs and swagger! Cuff an' collar! - Up to ev'ry bloomin' trick! - 'Seen you--as I've seen none other-- - Go to--where _I_ dursn't foller! - 'Seen you act the man and brother - To the sick! - - Army Doctor! Army Doctor! - Things by Engineers forgotten, - _You_ 'ave got to recollect. - Tho' you're such a gilded dandy, - When the meat is goin' rotten, - Chances are, _you're_ somewhere 'andy - To inspect! - - Army Doctor! Army Doctor! - Where the firin' never ceases, - Where the 'uddled soldier lies, - Where the Mauser bullets shave 'im, - Gawd! they're chippin' 'im to pieces! - Git 'im out of fire an' save 'im.... - _Well done, Guys!_ - - - - - *NICHOLSON'S NEK* - - - _They gave their best at Waterloo,_ - _For the honour of England's name;_ - _They threw their best on a hundred fields,_ - _To put our foes to shame._ - _'Tis good that England's soldier men_ - _To-day can do the same._ - - They have proved their worth, - To the ends of the earth. - They have striven and won,--and failed! - They have shown their might, - On the Dargai Height, - When the _mollah's_ bullets hailed. - - They have laid their dead, - In the river bed, - On the site of their last brave stand. - They have buried at night, - By a lantern light, - In a grave that they scooped in the sand. - - And far and wide, - They have done and died, - By donga, and veldt, and kloof. - And the lonely grave, - Of the honoured brave, - Is a proof--if we need a proof, - They won--and died, - And we glorified - The men of the barrack schools. - They died--and failed, - And in wrath we railed - At the fault of the bungling fools! - - And perhaps it is good - That we change our mood, - And perchance it is well to blame, - And to seek elsewhere, - For some men to bear, - The weight of our foolish shame. - But the fight hard fought, - Must it go for nought - Because of its hapless turn? - Must we then withhold, - For the life hard sold, - The Honour it died to earn? - - When hot and tired, - With the last round fired, - And never a ray of hope-- - What then the shame? - They were just the same - Who charged Talana's slope! - You may give and take, - As the shrapnels rake, - When your batt'ry has replied; - But you cannot live - When there's too much give, - From the guns on the open side. - - Good men are they, - Who gain the day,-- - And victory is sweet,-- - And just as brave - Who do not rave - At every small defeat. - For the fight hard fought - Must not go for nought, - Because of its hapless turn; - Nor we withhold, - For the life hard sold, - The Honour it died to earn. - - _We gave our best at Waterloo,_ - _For the honour of England's name;_ - _We threw our best on a hundred fields_ - _To put our foes to shame._ - _'Tis good that England's soldier men_ - _To-day can do the same._ - - - - - *MY PAL, THE BOER* - - - We met without appointment on an 'ill, - I comed upon the beggar without warnin'; - Layin' down be'ind a boulder, - With 'is rifle to 'is shoulder, - He sent along wot's Dutch for a 'Good-mornin'.' - 'E missed me with a fair amount of skill, - An' 'fore 'e'd time to mount, an' get from danger, - I was takin' of my rest, - By a sittin' on 'is chest, - An' a sayin' to the welcome little stranger:-- - - 'My pal, the Boer! - You're a prisoner of war' - ('E tried to break my jaw, but that's a trifle); - 'You can't escape me, can yer? - In the name of Rule Britannia, - I commandeer your 'orse an' Mauser rifle!' - - You wouldn't call 'is manners over bright, - An' you wouldn't term 'is disposition sunny, - An' 'e 'ad a silly notion - That the cause of the commotion - Was Chamberlain a-fightin' for 'is money; - An' 'e fancied that the British flag was white-- - 'Twas a silly fancy--still we must excuse it, - When the Lancers came along - 'E felt a trifle _bong_! - 'E soon found out the proper way to use it! - - My pal, the Boer, - Ain't used to proper war, - But tho' 'e scorns the flag an' does the grandy, - The 'igh an' mighty scorner, - When we get 'im in a corner, - 'E FINDS A FLAG OF TRUCE IS MIGHTY 'ANDY! - - - - - *SONG OF THE FIRST TRAIN THROUGH* - - - Line Clear to Witteputs! I wind around the guarded hill, - And thunder o'er the lean long bridge that spans the sombre - stream; - No uptorn rail to devastate, no culvert gap to fill, - And where the outpost feared to ride, I gather up my steam. - - (_I passed a little mound of earth that bore the cross's - sign,--_ - _A Colonel, and a dozen men, who fell to clear the line._) - - Line Clear to Belmont: and I feel the ballast shaking down: - My flanges bite the new-laid rail and prove the new-thrust pin. - On either side the purple ridge, the veldt land sickly brown, - The 'distant off' says 'Welcome,' and the 'Home' says 'Come ye - in.' - - (_Two thousand guardsmen rushed the Kop--a score are buried - here,_ - _And here are laid some Fusiliers--they fell to give Line - Clear._) - - Line Clear to Graspan: so I run adown the gentle grade, - Nor notice in my joyful haste the kopje stubble grown, - And wildly bouldered foot to crest where fell a half brigade, - What time the bristling mountain-side with segment shell was - sown. - - (_The mess-deck and the ward-room thinned to give the line - pratique_ - _Line Clear from Graspan--so, half-mast the Ensign at the - Peak._) - - Line Clear: along the new-spliced wires that droop from pole to - pole, - By Enslin, where the helio glared fitfully and fleet, - The word is passed across the plain to where the rivers roll,-- - To where, tree-fringed in eddying swirls, the Modder meets the - Riet. - - (_In heat and thirst and weariness a hundred dying lay,_ - _A hundred bloody forms grew stiff to give me Right Away._) - - Line Clear: I face the grim gaunt range that stretches east and - west - ('Twas by its base, near Magers farm, that Wauchope's men went - down): - I skirt the ridge that hid the guns, and gleefully I breast - The easy rise that brings in view the long-beleaguered town. - - (_Line Clear: o'er blood, and sweat, and pain, and sorrow's_ - _road I ran,_ - _And every sleeper was a wound, and every rail a man._) - - - - - *THE NAVAL BRIGADE* - - - When you're pickin' your men for a fight, - When choosin' the corps that'll serve, - It's only quite proper an' right - To fix upon muscle an' nerve, - An' so, to your heavy Dragoons-- - Your Granny-dear Guards an' their band-- - To your Sappers with bridgin' pontoons, - You can buckle the Lower Deck Hand! - - (_The Lower Deck Hand_ - _Doesn't want any band;_ - _He's grit, an he's sand_ - _Is the Lower Deck Hand._) - - His march is a go-as-you-please; - He most keeps step with hisself! - For his boots ain't conducive to ease, - Bein' mostly kept packed on a shelf! - Tho' he isn't so span or so spic-- - Tho' his marchin' ain't what you'd call grand-- - He gets to the front just as quick - Does the elegant Lower Deck Hand! - - (_The Lower Deck Hand_ - _Wasn't reared in the Strand;_ - _But he's good to command,_ - _Is the Lower Deck Hand._) - - You may swear by the jolly marines, - 'Per marey, per tarey' they fight-- - Not speakin' for them in their 'teens-- - I don't mind admittin' your right. - But all that the Joey has got, - As I'd have all the world understand, - He's learnt--well, he's learnt quite a lot - From his tooter--the Lower Deck Hand! - - (_The Lower Deck Hand_ - _Is a mine that's unpanned;_ - _An' he's yours to command,_ - _Is the Lower Deck Hand._) - - He doesn't shape well at Reviews, - I've known him to spit in the ranks; - But we've never been asked to excuse - A fault, when he's guarding the flanks. - An' when there's a break in the square - Or a place where the Line cannot stand, - I'll tell you the chap to put there-- - 'Jack Mullow'--the Lower Deck Hand. - - (_The Lower Deck Hand_ - _Will die as he 'll stand;_ - _He's tempered an land,_ - _Is the Lower Deck Hand._) - - When you're hemmed in a tight little hole, - By a greatly outnumbering foe, - It's a matter of stokin' an' coal - How far we're away from the foe. - When the Infantry's needin' some aid, - When the 'tillery gets under-man'd,-- - Make way for the Naval Brigade!-- - His Highness the Lower Deck Hand! - - (_The Lower Deck Hand_ - _With his guns he can land,_ - _An he'll kick up some sand,_ - _Will the Lower Deck Hand._) - - - - - *THE ARMOURED TRAIN* - - - There's risk on the ballasted roadway, - There's death on the girdered bridge, - Red ruin from sleeper to sleeper, - And wreck on the bouldered ridge. - No signal to herald my coming, - No whistle to waken the plain; - Stand clear--I am out for patrolling! - Make way for the Armoured Train! - - I run not to time, nor to table, - I'm neither an 'Up' nor a 'Down,' - But 'Full speed ahead' is my order, - When skirting the enemy's town. - My mails have a backing of cordite, - My luggage is powder and shell, - With smoke-stack a-blazing I thunder, - A traveller's sample of Hell! - - They have laid me a mine by a culvert, - They have loosened a bolt by a curve, - But thrice-tested steel is my muscle, - And thrice-tested brass is my nerve. - A curse for their bungling folly, - A laugh for the death-trap that fails, - A hang for the enemy's miner, - So long as I keep to the rails. - - A cheer--and I pull from the township - To spy out the enemy's line; - A plunge--and I rush into darkness - As reckless of wreckage as mine. - And what if a rail has been lifted? - And what if a river's unspanned? - I fail, but I know in the failing - I strove at the Empire's command. - - They were men who at Badajos conquered, - They were men who for Wellington struck, - And a Man is the Man at the Throttle, - And a Man is the Man on the Truck. - Undismayed I may go to destruction. - For I know at the end I may feel - I die with the men on the footplate, - I pass with my brothers in steel. - - - - - *MAKE YOUR OWN ARRANGEMENTS* - - - When the dept soldier's dinin' on three-quarters of a pound, - If there's too much bone to please 'im, or the meat is extry - tough, - 'E 'as got a chance of grousin' when 'is orficer goes round, - 'E can draw upon the mess-book, if 's rations ain't enough. - But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own - arrangements! - When you're cut orf from the column, an' supplies are runnin' - low, - It ain't no 'too much fat, sir!' - But it's bread--an' glad of that, sir! - O it's _bake_ your own arrangements--out of flour--as you go! - - When the dept soldier's on parade 'e sparkles an' 'e shines. - When the dept soldier's drillin' 'e must make each motion - 'tell.' - When the dept soldier's marchin' 'e must march on drill-book - lines. - 'E 'as got a drill-instructor, an' 'e does it very well. - But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own - arrangements! - When the camp is rushed at midnight, an' you're fallin' in--to - die! - O there ain't no drill-rules set there, - But it's take your gun--an' get there! - When you make your own arrangements, you must grab your belt an' - fly. - - The dept soldier's grounded in a systematic drill; - 'E also knows wot's 'rendezvous' an' what is 'bivouac.' - 'E knows the use of rifle-pits, the proper way to kill-- - 'E understands the principles an' the'ries of attack. - But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own - arrangements! - When you're dodgin' tons of boulder, climbin' mount'ins under - fire, - An' the drill-book won't assist you - Till the fallin' rocks 'ave missed you! - So you make your own arrangements--an' you climb a little - 'igher! - - When the dept soldier's wantin' with 'is orficer to speak, - 'E must 'alt two paces from 'im, an' salute before the start. - An' 'e mustn't try to argue, an' 'e mustn't give no cheek; - An' if 'is Captain slangs 'im--'e must take it in good part. - But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own - arrangements! - When you see 'im lying wounded, all the circumstances change. - An' you don't 'eed no instructions; - An' you don't need introductions; - But you make your own arrangements--an' you get 'im out of - range. - - When the dept soldier sickens, when the dept soldier dies, - 'E is buried by 'is comrades in the regulation style. - 'E is covered by an ensign of the regulation size, - An' 'e gets a firin' party made of thirteen rank an' file. - But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own - arrangements! - When the Colonel reads the service by a guard-room lantern - light. - When in silent rows you've laid 'em - In a trench your bay'nets made 'em, - O, it's make your own arrangements when you bury in the night! - - - - - *GINGER JAMES* - - - A spell I 'ad to wait - Outside the barrick gate, - For Ginger James was passin' out as I was passin' in; - 'E was only a recruit, - But I give 'im the salute, - For I'll never git another chance of givin' it agin! - - 'E'd little brains, I'll swear, - Beneath 'is ginger 'air, - 'Is personal attractions, well, they wasn't very large; - 'E was fust in ev'ry mill, - An' a foul-mouthed brute, but still - We'll forgive 'im all 'is drawbacks--'e 'as taken 'is discharge. - - 'E once got fourteen days, - For drunken, idle ways, - An' the Colonel said the nasty things that colonels sometimes - say; - 'E called him to 'is face - The regiment's disgrace-- - But the Colonel took 'is 'at off when 'e passed 'im by to-day. - - For days 'e used to dwell - Inside a guard-room cell, - Where they put the darbies on 'im for a 'owlin' savage brute; - But as by the guard 'e went - They gave 'im the present, - The little bugler sounded off the 'General Salute.' - - The band turned out to play - Poor Ginger James away; - 'Is Captain an' 'is Company came down to see 'im off; - An' thirteen file an' rank, - With three rounds each of blank; - An' 'e rode down on a carriage, like a bloomin' city toff! - - 'E doesn't want no pass, - 'E's journeying first-class; - 'Is trav'lling rug's a Union Jack, which isn't bad at all; - The tune the drummers play - It ain't so very gay, - But a rather slow selection, from a piece that's known as - 'Saul.' - - - - - *'HER MAJESTY HAS BEEN PLEASED--'* - - - Wot a crowd of people! - Wot a sea of faces! - 'Ow the ladies' parasols are glist'nin' in the sun! - Troops in 'open order,' - Captains in their places. - Wish the day was over, and I wish the job was done! - - Wot a lot of civvies! - Mus' be 'arf the city! - Like a mob on Boxing-night outside Drury Lane! - Ain't it perfect weather? - More's the blessed pity! - Wish instead of sunshine it was pourin' 'ard o' rain! - - Comes of bein' famous-- - Mentioned in despatches! - Comes of me a-carrying the Major to the rear! - Empty stomach fighting-- - Getting sleep by snatches!-- - 'Ow the troops must cuss me for a-keeping them out 'ere! - - 'Ow the people eye me, - Like a choice chrysanth'um! - 'Ow this collar's chokin' me!--Lord! I'm feelin' sick! - Troops are at the 'shoulder'-- - 'Pre-sent'--there's the anthem! - 'Ow I 'ope 'er Majesty will get it over quick! - - Wonder if I'm dusty? - 'Elmet feels lopsided! - Chuck a chest for 'Eaven's sake! _Lord_, I'm feelin' queer! - Twenty times they've brushed me, - Twice 'ave I been tidied, - Yet I'm feelin' mucky still. Private Jawkins? 'ERE! - - Face the lan-dow panels, - Dumbly; likewise blindly, - Seein' in a sorter mist a lady dressed in black: - 'Ear 'er sof'ly talkin'. - Thanks, mum, thank you kindly! - Saw the Major fallin', and I 'ad to take 'im back! - - Thank you, mum--your 'Ighness-- - Majesty, I mean, mum! - 'M sure I'm much obliged to you for this 'ere pretty Cross! - Bless you, you're a lady! - Mean you are the Queen, mum! - On'y picked the Major up an' shoved 'im on an 'orse! - - 'Saw our Sub go under, - 'Alf 'is men around 'im - Cut to bits--an' 'im so young,--yes mum, very sad. - Yes mum, 'e was buried - In the place we found 'im. - Thank you, mum,--your Majesty (God, I'm feelin' bad!) - - - - - *ARTHUR* - - - 'Oo's the Gen'ral 'ere? sez I; - 'Oo's the Gen'ral 'ere? - 'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, so you 'aven't got - nothin' to fear.' - But 'e marched me 'ere, an' 'e marched me there, - To burn blank cartridges everywhere; - An' 'e made me sweat, an' 'e made me swear-- - Did Arthur! - - Wot can the Gen'ral do? sez I; - Wot can the Gen'ral do? - 'O, 'e 's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, an' 'e don't know - much about _you_!' - But 'e doubled me round on a big field day: - An' 'e checked me for loafin'--a mile away! - An' I found there's a time for work an' play - With Arthur! - - Wot 'as the Gen'ral done, sez I? - Wot 'as the Gen'ral done? - 'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, an' they chucked 'im 'is - rank for fun!' - But that was a lie, for I found out since - 'E's ninepence a soldier an' thruppence a prince! - 'E stood fire in Egypt, an' 'e didn't wince! - Not Arthur! - - Wot does the Gen'ral know? sez I; - Wot does the Gen'ral know? - 'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, an' 'e 's on'y - got up for show!' - But I 'chanced' kit inspection, an' thought it a 'cert.'; - But 'e put me down, smart, for a tunic an' shirt! - An', insult to injury--checked me for dirt! - Did Arthur! - - 'Ow is 'e liked by you? sez I; - 'Ow is 'e liked by you? - 'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, but I reckon - some'ow 'e'll do!' - - I'm willin' to risk, as I've done before, - A Fox 'Ills fight, or a native war, - Or front rank man in an Army Corps, - With Arthur! - - Wot is 'e, after all? sez I; - Wot is 'e, after all? - 'O, 'e's a swaddle, the same as you, an' 'e goes to the - "orficers' call"!' - 'E's a gentleman, Tommy, when all's said an' done! - 'Is ma is the lady 'oo 's second to none, - An' we love 'er the better because of 'er son-- - That's Arthur! - - - - - *LEGACIES* - - - The dog is yours; and so's the photo frames, - Them pictures wot I cut, an' my new box. - The pack of cards, the dominoes, an' games, - The knittin' needles, an' the knitted socks, - An' all, except the letters and the ring-- - You'll find them all together tied with string. - - My public clothin'--that goes back to stores-- - My kit'll sell by auction on the square; - An' other fellers will be 'formin' fours' - An' 'markin' time' in boots I used to wear. - They're welcome; but you won't forget to send - The ring an' all the letters to my----friend? - - The pain ain't near so bad as wot it were - The day they dragged me from the limber wheels; - Ain't I a wreck! for God's sake don't tell 'er; - Say it was fever--peaceful--in the 'ills; - An' write about the wreaths, the 'Jack,' and band, - An'--send a bit of hair: you understand? - - The ring---- Oh no, the doctor lets me talk, - I ain't a-tirin'--'cept a funny light, - An' just a feelin' that I'd like to walk - To where it seems to flicker in the night. - Better for me to go with aching 'ead, - Than go in trouble with my say unsaid. - - The ring--it ain't long since she sent it back; - I never meant no 'arm, God only knows, - But things--I can't tell now--looked very black, - And she believed the others--I suppose, - I'm sorry for 'er now--that cursed wheel!-- - You see she is a woman, an' she'll _feel_. - - * * * * * - - The dog is yours, I told you that before. - The spurs you'll find 'em in my private kit. - The letters, an' the ring, an' nothin' more,-- - _An'_ hair--it's foolish--but a little bit. - - * * * * * - - 'Our Father'--Lord, how strange! It's all--ri'--sir. - _The--lett--an--th'--ring--an'--hair--for--'er!_ - - - - - *T. A. IN LOVE* - - - Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee! - Sittin' with my elbow on my knee. - I _orter_ be a polishin' the meat-dish an' the can-- - (I _orter_ draw the groceries--for I am ord'ly man! - But wot are bloomin' ration calls, an' wot's a pot or pan, - When I'm dreaming O my darlin' one, of thee?) - Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee! - - Firin' at the rifle range I be. - I've missed a fust-class targit--an' I've missed the 'ill - be'ind! - I nearly shot a marker once! (which wasn't very kind); - The orficer 'e swears at me--but re'ly, I don't mind! - I am dreamin', O my darlin' one, of thee! - - Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee! - Me, as was the smartest man in 'B'! - My kit is all untidy, and it's inches thick in dust; - An' my rifle's fouled an' filthy, an' my bay'nit's red with - rust; - They've tried to find the reason--but I've seen 'em furder fust! - An' they never guess I'm dreamin', dear, of thee! - - Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee! - They can't make out wot's comin' over me. - The fellows think I'm barmy, an' the Major thinks it's drink, - The Sergeant thought it laziness, so shoved me in the clink! - The Colonel called it 'thoughtlessness,' so gave me time to - think, - An' to dream again, my darlin' one, of thee! - - Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee! - Wot's two 'ours' sentry-go to me? - A sittin' in the sentry-box, a-thinkin' of your eyes, - The ord'ly orficer come along, an' took me by surprise! - 'E said as I was sleepin'--an' the usual orfice lies! - When I was on'y dreamin', love, of thee! - - Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee! - Rubbin' tarry oakum on my knee! - Oh, when I weigh that oakum in, I know I'll cop it 'ot! - I'll be 'auled before the Gov'nor, an' I'll git an 'our's shot; - But whether I git punishment, or whether I do not, - They can't prevent me dreamin', love, of thee! - - - - - *TOMMY ADVISES* - - - Take your rifle from the rack: - Take your bay'nit from the shelf; - Clean your straps for marchin' order, - An' git ready for the Border. - For it ain't no sham attack, - So you needn't kid yourself. - It's a ball an' bay'nit action - With the perfect satisfaction - Of a medal, an' a ribbon, and perhaps a clasp or two. - For a-doin' of the little job your betters couldn't do. - - Pack your socks, an' fold your shirt, - Wash your water-bottle out, - It'll make your marchin' easy - If your boots are nice an' greasy,-- - An' some dubbin wouldn't 'urt. - You can chuck your weight about; - There's an 'appy day before you, - When the civvies will adore you, - And the things wot used to shock 'em will be favoured with a - smile. - And your little faults an' failin's won't be noticed for a - while. - - Git a guernsey out of store-- - Winter's very cold above, - An' the wind an' rain will find you - If you leave your clothes behind you! - Trust your pretty self before - Any Quartermaster's love; - For there's no store to go unto - An' no tailors' shops to run to; - For it ain't no ten days' skirmish these manoeuvres wot you're - in, - An' a little flannel weskit 'ides a multitood of skin! - - Write your letters for the mail; - Tell your people all the news-- - For your folks'll prize the writin' - Of 'my son who's out a-fightin'.' - Don't you spin an awful tale, - Just to give your mother blues, - For the day the boys are cryin' - 'List o' wounded, dead and dyin'!' - Will be tons of time for them at 'ome to feel a trifle blue, - When they see a dozen Smiths are killed--and wonder which is - you! - - - - - *THE NUMBER ONE* - - - The number one, 'e's on the bridge, - There's goin' to be a row, - The Gold Coast is upon our port, - An', 'ull down, on our bow; - Makin' for 'ome for all she's worth-- - A slaver's bloomin' dhow! - - The number one is on the bridge, - The buntin' tosser's aft; - An' down below, in the 'eat an' glow, - The men are at their graft. - They've peeled their shirts, to get the steam, - To over-'aul that craft. - - The number one is in command, - The skipper's sick below, - A touch o' fever from the coast, - 'As made the old man so; - But 'e's passed the word to the engineer, - 'For Gawd's sake make 'er go!' - - The 'gen'ral quarters' sounded orf, - The bugler's made a call - (A call that means the 'red' marines, - With fifty rounds of ball, - Are goin' to git a medal an' clasp, - Or an ensign for a pall!) - - The number one is on the bridge, - The sun is low an' red! - An' shot an' shell, like fiends of 'ell, - Are shriekin' round 'is 'ead, - An' three marines are crippled, - An' their sergeant-major's dead! - - The number one is on the bridge, - The dhow's a battered sight; - 'Er rascal chief 'as come to grief; - 'E's fought 'is final fight, - But the number one lies on the bridge, - An' 'is face is ghastly white. - - A smile is on 'is bloodless lips, - 'Is sword 'angs from 'is wrist, - And a lock of 'air of a maiden fair. - Is clasped in 'is bloodstained fist, - But 'e'll meet 'er at the great roll-call, - When they muster by 'open list'! - - - - - *BRITANNIA TO HER FIRST-BORN* - - - I am no maiden, highly strung, - To faint, when bloody death is nigh. - I have not lived, by might of tongue - Nor by vain boastings, wind-wide flung! - But on fame's endless ladder, I - Have fought my way, from rung to rung! - - I am no fretful, whimp'ring miss; - I am a woman, learned of years. - And once I felt your baby kiss: - Your bliss for me had greater bliss! - Your youthful sorrows had my tears. - O son o' mine, remember this! - - Your foes were mine, in those dear days: - Your friends were kind, and kin to me. - We parted--so, we will not raise - The long dead years. We went our ways, - I, brooding by the cold grey sea; - You, pride-flushed, with your new-won bays! - - The years have passed; it does but seem - As yester-eve you left my side. - I journeyed with you, dream on dream-- - I heard your great war eagle's scream! - And on sweet Progress, your fair bride, - I saw the sun of Fortune's beam! - - I mourned your follies, word and deed; - I watched your rising, when you rose, - By sober prayer, by Cross and Bead; - Until you found that greater Creed, - That in the broader channel flows, - The lowly truths, that higher lead! - - You are my son, and born of me. - My laws of Right are Laws to you - Whose hands were stained in blood, to be - The hands that set the slave-man free! - And now, again, you dare and do-- - For Justice, and Humanity! - - The days to be are big with Fate! - Go fight your battle, Son o' mine: - And State to Shire, and Shire to State, - Its better self shall dedicate! - So, let the wily foe combine, - Whilst, hand-locked, heart-locked, we can wait! - - - - - *TOMMY TO HIS LAUREATE* - - (CAPETOWN, _January_ 25, 1898.) - - - O good-mornin', Mister Kiplin'! You are welcome to our shores: - To the land of millionaires and potted meat: - To the country of the 'fonteins' (we 'ave got no 'bads' or - 'pores'), - To the place where di'monds lay about the street - At your feet; - To the 'unting-ground of raiders indiscreet. - - I suppose you know this station, for you sort of keep in touch - With Tommy wheresoever 'e may go; - An' you know our 'bat's' a shandy, made of 'Ottentot an' Dutch, - It's a language which is 'ideous an' low, - Don't you know - That it's 'Wacht-een-beitje' 'stead of ''Arf a mo'?' - - We should like to come an' meet you, but we can't without a - pass; - Even then we'd 'ardly like to make a fuss; - For out 'ere, they've got a notion that a Tommy isn't class; - 'E's a sort of brainless animal, or wuss! - Vicious cuss! - No, they don't expect intelligence from us. - - You 'ave met us in the tropics, you 'ave met us in the snows; - But mostly in the Punjab an' the 'Ills. - You 'ave seen us in Mauritius, where the naughty cyclone blows. - You 'ave met us underneath a sun that kills, - An' we grills! - An' I ask you, do we fill the bloomin' bills? - - Since the time when Tommy's uniform was musketoon an' wig, - There 'as always been a bloke wot 'ad a way - Of writin' of the Glory an' forgettin' the fatig', - 'Oo saw 'im in 'is tunic day by day, - Smart an' gay, - An' forgot about the smallness of his pay! - - But you're _our_ partic'lar author, you're our patron an' our - friend, - You're the poet of the cuss-word an' the swear, - You're the poet of the people, where the red-mapped lands - extend, - You're the poet of the jungle an' the lair, - An' compare, - To the ever-speaking voice of everywhere! - - There are poets wot can please you with their primrose-vi'let - lays, - There are poets wot can drive a man to drink; - But it takes a 'pukka' poet, in a Patriotic Craze, - To make a chortlin' nation squirm an' shrink, - Gasp an' blink; - An' 'eedless, thoughtless people stop an' think! - - Yes, the 'and wot banged the banjo an' made Tommy comic songs, - 'Oo wrote of Empires, 'Lion's 'Ead to Line,' - 'Oo found an 'idden poem in M'Andrew's Injin gongs, - Was the checkin' 'and wot gave the warnin' sign, - In a line-- - That gave the people soda after wine. - - - - - *THE MISSION THAT FAILED* - - - Our troop was encamped by the side of a stream - An' a very smart troop were we. - We 'ad Cavalry orficers--straight from town, - An' we escorted Mister Commissioner Brown, - Commissioner Brown, C.B. - An' we 'eard that the Governor put 'im down, - For a spare K.C.M.G.! - - We wos camped near by to a border town, - On the borders of Creegerland-- - A very despotic, republican state-- - An' there we 'ad got the order to wait, - But why, we did not understand. - So we bedded our 'orses, an' cussed at our fate - (For you can't cuss the man in command). - - One mornin' sez Mister Commissioner Brown, - Sez 'e to the 'ole parade, - 'I've bin inspired by a dream just now-- - I can't say why, an' I can't say 'ow-- - But a voice in my dream it said, - "O in Joannistown there's a deuce of a row - And badly they want your aid!"' - - Now Joannistown is in Creegerland, - Which same is a friendly state. - An' it isn't no joke--which is puttin' it fine-- - To pass without notice the border-post sign; - But we did it, as I will relate.-- - We really intended to drop 'em a line! - But we 'adn't got time to wait. - - We 'ad ridden some miles into Creegerland - When Commissioner Brown, C.B., - 'E called an 'alt,--which a troop requires, - For a man, 'e tires, as 'is 'orse perspires,-- - An' 'e sez to the troop, sez 'e, - 'About ten miles from 'ere are some telegraph wires, - An' a very good thought struck me. - - 'For fear of my dream bein' misunderstood - An' the evil constructions of liars!-- - For fear of alarmin' the dear farmers' wives - An' disturbin' the quiet an' peace of their lives, - I think we will sever them wires! - An' I'll give somethin' 'andsome to 'im 'oo contrives - To cut off the current--with pliers!' - - An' Michael M'Carty, Lance-Corp'ral was 'e, - Right guide to a section of 'A,' - Started orf on the job, an' we whispered a cheer, - An' we each gave the beggar our flasks--full of beer-- - To 'elp for to lighten 'is way! - We gave 'im cheap drinks--though it was very dear - When it came round to settling day! - - M'Carty 'e rode, an' M'Carty 'e swilled, - An' M'Carty got big in the 'ead, - Till 'e couldn't tell telegraph poles from trees, - An' 'e wandered around, sorter go-as-you-please - Till 'is wonderin' wanderin's led - To the wires--of a fence! an' reclinin' at ease - 'E cut up these wasters instead! - - It's all over now: an' Brown 'e got jugged, - And the Burghers of Creegerland knowed. - They licked us to fits in a sweet little fight, - An' the King of Jerusalem wired 'is delight! - An' the Laureate wrote us an Ode! - An' Europe got ready for action that night - 'Cos M'Carty got drunk on the road! - - M'Carty's a thief, M'Carty's a beast, - An' M'Carty is likewise a liar! - 'E went an' got drunk, which 'e shouldn't 'ave done; - 'E went an' got drunk, an' 'e spoilt the 'ole fun: - An' the moral to them wot conspire - Is, _Don't send a beer-swilling son of a gun_ - _When you're cuttin a telegraph wire!_ - - - - - *THE PRAYER* - - - O God of Battles! Lord of Might! - A sentry, in the silent night, - I, 'oo 'ave never prayed, - Kneel on the dew-damp sands, to say, - O see me through the comin' day-- - But, please remember, though I pray, - That I am not afraid! - - O God of Battles! Lord of Might! - 'Ere in the dusky, starry light, - My inner self I've weighed; - An' I 'ave seen my guilt an' sin; - I'm black as black can be, within, - But though I would forgiveness win, - It ain't 'cos I'm afraid! - - O God of Battles! Lord of Might! - Keep me, to-morrow, in Your sight!-- - Far 'ave I erred an' strayed. - I've flaunted You, with gibe an' sneer, - At 'ome, with chums to laugh and cheer, - But now, I am alone--out 'ere! - But still I ain't afraid! - - O God of Battles! Lord of Might! - The en'my's camp-fires twinkle bright. - To-morrow, Lord, Your aid; - The canteen was my Sunday-school: - The drill-book was my Golden Rule; - Wot are they now? O 'elpless fool! - But still, I'm not afraid! - - O God of Battles! Lord of Might! - The price of every thoughtless slight - To-morrow will be paid! - A voice is whisp'rin' to my 'eart-- - A voice that makes me sweat an' start!-- - 'To-morrow, soul an' soldier part!' - But I--I'm not afraid! - - O God of Battles! Lord of Might! - 'Ere, in the silence of the night, - My 'umble prayer is prayed! - All life an' death are one to you! - If I must die--O 'elp me to! - In that last moment, see me through-- - My God! I _am_ afraid! - - - - - *CEASE FIRE* - - - The fight was done an hour ago: - The whole brigade has fallen back, - And I've been wand'rin' to and fro, - A-askin' any--white or black, - 'Say--have you seen my brother, Jack? - His troop was first in the attack!' - - I should have seen him here by now: - An hour ago the 'cease fire' went. - He isn't wounded any'ow, - 'Cos with the stretcher squads I went, - An' all my other time I've spent - A-hangin' round the doctor's tent. - - Among the huddled, fallen men - I picked a way across the plain. - I got a dozen yards, an' then - Came back for fear I'd turn my brain.... - The mangled horrors of the slain! - O Christ! I can't go _there_ again! - - Say, have _you_ seen my brother Jack? - Don't know! an' damn you, don't much care!-- - But 'scuse me, chum, a-talkin' back, - I'm sorter flustered with the glare. - These sands are hot, an' so's the air-- - Perhaps he's doin' guard somewhere! - - Old mother said before we went, - 'Be sure you keep him in your sight' - (Not knowin' what a campaign meant). - 'Don't let him stay out late o' night!'-- - I wonder if he funked the fight - An' bolted. O pray God he might! - - They're layin' out our dead just now, - He can't be----, no, that--that ain't sense, - An' when he comes there'll be a row! - A-keepin' me in this suspense! - 'Tis here our line of killed commence, - I'll sorter look--for make-pretence! - - Pretendin' some one's here I know-- - I'm half inclined to turn aback-- - But one by one, along I go, - And see the crimson clottin' black.... - _His troop was first in the attack!_ - What! Jack! Is this--this Thing our Jack? - - - - - *TOMMY'S AUTOGRAPH* - - - I 'ad lorst my situation, an' the girl she got the 'ump, - An' the naggin' of my muvver nearly drove me orf my chump. - So I 'oofed it down to Woolwich, to the old recruitin' starf, - An' they give to me a paper for to fix my autygrarf! - - Just to fix my autygrarf! - Lor' you should a 'eard me larf! - For the blessed Sergeant-Major wos a tryin' on 'is chaff. - Didn't mind the Doctor's soundin's, - Nor 'is soap an' water barf! - But the fing as knocked me silly wos that bloomin' autygrarf! - - I wos took before the colonel, an' I took a Bible oaf - That I'd serve my Queen an' country, an' be square unto them - boaf. - Then they got a printed paper, an' this Colonel on the starf - Sez, 'You'll kindly read this over, an' affix your autygrarf!' - - To affix my autygrarf! - Larf! You orter 'eard me larf! - Signin' fings like ''Enry Irvin,' Knight Commornder of the Barf! - Made me want to do a swagger - Like a Piccadilly calf! - On'y fancy! People wantin' Tommy Atkins' autygrarf! - - Then I signs my name an' birfplace, an' the county I wos from, - An' I dots the 'i' in Atkins, an' I crorst the 't' in tom. - A recruit is wurf a dollar, an' the sergeant gets an 'arf; - Just for 'andin' me a paper for to put my autygrarf! - - Just to put my autygrarf! - Larf? You should 'ave 'eard them larf! - From the colonel wiv 'is spurs on, to the sergeant in 'is scarf. - When I sez, 'Wot's this for, mister?' - Sez the colonel, 'Go to Barf!' - 'Don't you know the Queen is anxious for to get your autygrarf?' - - I 'ave autygrarfed for clobber, I 'ave autygrarfed for pay; - I 'ave signed it wiv a flourish, I 'ave signed it wiv a 'j' - On an Army Temperance pledge-book - (O the straight an' narrer parf!)-- - To a 'drunk' fine in the pay list, I've affixed my autygrarf! - - Wot a name! An autygrarf! - 'Nuff to drive a feller darf; - Callin' Christian name an 'auty' an' the uvver name a 'grarf,' - Writin' in a pocket-ledger-- - 'Stead of album bound in calf-- - 'Doo to soldier: Nil' (that's Latin), an' your bloomin' - autygrarf! - - - - - *AT THE BRINK!* - - - 'Tis now, as we tighten the girth, - 'Tis now, as we buckle the sword, - When bitterness hardens our mirth, - 'Tis now that we seek you, O Lord! - Give us hope now the future is black, - From fatuous arrogance ward-- - The words that we cannot hold back! - Give peace in our time, O Lord! - - You know of the hate--folly born; - You know of the wrath--money bred; - The impotent rage, and the scorn, - The trust and the faith that are dead. - Lest sorrow should spring from the land-- - The crop of the seed of the sword-- - O, stay the imperious hand; - Give peace in our time, O Lord! - - 'Tis good when the man loves the land, - 'Tis good when he falls for his creed, - But woe to the hate that is fanned - By folly begotten of greed. - When the weak become foolishly strong, - When peoples, unwitting, applaud,-- - The folly wrought wrong--still is wrong! - Give peace in our time, O Lord! - - When the voice in the senate is stilled; - When the councillor speaks in a tent; - When the lands are untended, untilled; - What use if the stubborn relent? - What gain will the simpleton's shame, - The shrifts and lamentings, afford? - To-day, on their conduct, the blame; - Give peace in our time, O Lord! - - Give peace: that is rooted in Right. - Give peace: that is strengthened by Grace. - Give peace: that we stand in your sight, - Thrice over a justified race. - 'Tis peace--and with honour--we need, - And the child of our child shall award - The praise for our failing, or deed. - Give peace in our time, O Lord! - - - - - *THE KING OF OOJEE-MOOJEE* - - - We 'ave stowed our ammunition, we 'ave taken in our store, - An' our very last instructions we 'ave 'ad by semy-fore; - The Flagship's made a signal, 'We wish you all success,' - An' we're off to Oojee-Moojee on the armoured cruiser 'Bess.' - - _For the King of Oojee-Moojee_ - _Is a-comin of 'is tricks,_ - _'E's cheeked the English Consul,_ - _An 'e's chucked 'is wooden bricks._ - _'E won't do kindergarden,_ - _An' 'e's done 'is lessons wrong;_ - _Altogether Oojee-Moojee_ - _Is a-comin' of it strong!_ - - An' the Point is miles be'ind us, an' 'eadquarters furder still; - We've exchanged a friendly greetin' wi' the bloke on Signal - 'Ill; - We are off to Oojee-Moojee, an' we cannot be detained, - For relations dip-lo-matic 'ave become a trifle strained! - - Now the King of Oojee-Moojee is a little coloured kid; - An' 'e rules some thousand niggers, an' 'e does as 'e is bid! - For the Government of England, with 'is interests in view, - 'As civilised 'is country--an' collects 'is revenue! - - For the King wot reigned afore 'im was an 'eathen nigger thief, - So we sent a missionary, for to teach 'im our belief. - (To prevent misunderstandin's, an' avoid unpleasant scenes, - We likewise sent an 'Otchkiss, an' a 'undred red marines.) - - 'E wouldn't take our gospel, an' unpleasantness arose, - Which cost six whites, and niggermen proportionate to those; - An' we left the King a-swingin' from a 'Lyptus tree above, - Just to show as there was iron underneath the velvet glove. - - Then our skipper very kindly did an 'andsome sort of thing, - For 'e made a proclamation that the nevvy of the King-- - A funny little kiddy, with a sat-on sorter face-- - Should rule the Oojee-Moojee, an' should take 'is uncle's place. - - So we dressed 'im up in velvets, an' we fed 'im up on buns, - An' we gave 'is bit of buntin' a salute of twenty guns, - An' we gave to 'im a doctor for to cure 'is chills an' croups; - With a tutor, an' a gen'ral for to organise 'is troops. - - So 'is tutor taught 'im manners, an' the way to part 'is 'air, - An' the gen'ral, in 'is spare time, taught 'im proper ways to - sware; - The doctor, to complete 'im, was a-teaching him to mill-- - When 'is 'ighness put the veto on the Education Bill. - - Then 'e cheeked the British Consul! - Then 'e cussed the doctor's wife! - An' 'e chased 'is good, kind tutor, with a bloomin' carvin' - knife; - Tore 'is books an' burnt 'is grammar (said they wasn't good for - 'ealf), - Boned some whisky from the General, an' unchristianised 'isself! - - _So, we're bound for Oojee-Moojee,_ - _An we mus'n't be detained;_ - _For relations dip-lo-matic_ - _'Ave become a trifle strained:_ - _'Situations complicated'--_ - _'Warship ordered to the scene!'--_ - _Just because a nigger kiddy's_ - _Playin' truant with the Queen!_ - - - - - *THE SONG OF THE TOWN* - - - Sing hey! for the sand-freckled plain; - Sing ho! for the flower-flushed valley; - A song for the ship-sprinkled main, - And the sports where the wanderers rally, - A song for the lawn sloping down-- - The lawn with its terrace and fountain, - But here's a song of the square white Town - By the mist-wrapped, cloud-capped mountain! - - The whitewashed, square-cut town, - By the grey-green wind-swept sea; - The moving throng, - And the motor gong, - These sing the song for me! - - Sing hey! for the Town and its folk, - The comers, the goers, the stayers; - The just arrived waster, dead-broke, - The homeward-bound mummers and players; - The white man suspiciously dark! - The trooper-man, newly recruited; - The hand-bagged and frock-coated clerk, - The pioneer corded and booted! - - The motley-peopled town! - Its raw and cultured folk, - Live, work, and play - 'Twixt Mount and Bay, - And bear one equal yoke. - - Sing hey! for the Town, and its dress, - The garbs of the twenty-one nations: - The Kafir in blanket--and less, - The lady in Paris 'creations'; - The-man-about-town, rather loud, - The nigger in checks somewhat rasher; - Here, fez to the turban is bow'd, - There, top-hat comes off to the 'smasher.' - - The particoloured town, - Where plush and broadcloth meet: - Where Islam's green - And Worth-wrought sheen - Rub textures in the street! - - Sing hey! for the Town, as a town, - A song of its bricks and its plaster; - The slum that is mouldering down-- - The mansion that's rising the faster. - Sing hey! for its one-storied past, - Be-flagged, and be-stoeped, and be-whitened; - Its five-storied future more vast, - Its breadth to be broadened and heightened. - - The grim old, prim old town, - A brand-new vestment wears, - And arc-lights purr - Where blue-gums were, - And the blanket-Kafir stares! - - - - - *BY SIMON'S BAY* - - - In the mountain fold - By the green-blue bay, - Where the waves are flecked - By the evening gold - At the close of day; - And the berg is decked - With a film of grey, - And the mountain's frown - On the darkening town-- - My mem'ries stray. - - By the fringing beach, - By the restless wave, - Is the straggling town, - And its limits reach - From the highest place - By the mountain's crown - To the mountain's base-- - Where the waters lave. - - Hopeful Town - By the Cape of Hope; - By the sandy slope - Where the Hills look down; - By the wind-swept kloof-- - On the barrack, grim: - On the whitened roof, - On the garden trim: - On the restless Bay - Where the sea-fowl whirls - And the spume-dust swirls - To the Zephyr's whim-- - At the close of day. - - Darkening Bay, - Where ever lay - Alert to slip - From leashes taut - A blood-flecked hound - In the pale lean ship; - And where the sound - Of echoing boom - From far away - Is a full-mouthed bay, - As the quarry's found. - Mournful bay - In green and grey, - I've thought on you - This many a day. - - - - - *THE SQUIRE* - - - Sir John of the Isles, - 'E stood on 'is lands, - An' looked round 'is large estates: - The lands of waste, an' the lands of corn; - The rose-clad lands, an' the lands of thorn; - An' 'is many gun guarded gates. - - Sir John of the Isles, - 'E sez to T.A., - 'E sez to T.A., sez 'e, - 'Oh, you an' your chum, the sailor-man, - Must scour the country as far as you can - For you are gamekeepers to me.' - - Sir John of the Isles, - 'E sez to the swells-- - The Downing Street frock-coated crew-- - 'You are stewards of mine, on Colonial land, - An' my tenants, with seventeen guns an' a band, - Shall pay their respects unto you!' - - Sez John of the Isles - To one of the swells, - 'Near the lands where you're goin' to Be - Is the dusty estate of a crotchety cuss, - 'Oo from time to time causes a great deal of fuss, - For 'e thinks 'e's better nor me.' - - Sez John of the Isles, - 'The tenants 'e rules - Are a very peculiar lot. - 'Is bailifs are 'Ollanders, chock full of guile, - An' they run the estate in a Guy-foxy style. - Which is Dynamite, Treason and Plot!' - - Sez John of the Isles, - 'Don't mind 'is remarks, - For the land which is 'is--it was mine; - But 'e took it to Law in a court rather grim, - An' a kopje-'id jury decided for 'im! - An' awarded the land as a fine.' - - Sir John of the Isles, - 'E sez to the swell, - 'You're a gentleman, breedin' an birth, - An' in case of a row, without losin' your 'ead, - You may take my gamekeepers, an' mark 'is land red! - On the survey-map of the Earth!' - - - - - *THE SEA-NATION* - - - We rose, a people of the sea, - Nursed by the wind, and rocked by wave. - Our hard, rock-founded history, - Was born from stories of our brave. - And northern ice-blasts steeled our frames - When war was but the best of games. - - We saw a Roman Empire fall, - And fell; but falling, learned to rise. - We heard the voice of Progress call, - And in our folly we were wise: - When Briton, Saxon, Norman, Dane, - Bequeathed their progeny the main. - - And conquered joined with conqueror; - And Norman fire, with Saxon zeal - Combined; we swept the world before - The twanging bow, and clanging steel. - Tyrants unmurm'ring bore our yoke, - And braggarts thought before they spoke. - - Then Iron Might took Right to wife; - And lo! our liberty was born! - We revelled in the newer life - When King was mated by a pawn. - Men lived between, of mighty worth; - From Montfort's death to Cromwell's birth. - - We bore the arrogance of kings, - But bravd death in fear of God. - We rose from great, to greater things. - The weak grew potent at our nod. - And nations watched the scales of Fate, - To see where England threw her weight! - - We took our seed to other climes, - And from it sprang by divers seas, - An Oak--that grew among the Limes! - An Oak--among the Blue-gum trees! - The Cactus left the land because - The Acorn brought its ordered laws. - - And like a giant, bearing stings - Of gnats, who joy to see him wince, - We stand--the envy of the kings - Despised by every petty prince! - Who know, that while enduring yet, - We bear--but we do not forget. - - We lived, and live! The world shall see - An inextinguishable flame. - The nations fade; but we shall be! - When Gaul and Teuton are a name! - For us the seven seas in one: - For landlocked hordes--oblivion. - - - - - *NATURE FAILS* - - - You can eas'ly understand - That the green of medder-land - Doesn't strike the bloke that 'as to push the roller; - An' Nature at the best, - When you put 'er to the test, - Undiluted, is a very poor consoler. - - An' the blue of summer skies - 'As no beauties for the eyes - Of defaulters on parade in marchin' order; - An' the rainiest of morns - Brings no feelin's--'cept to corns, - Of a feller pickin' oakum with a warder. - - Wot's the beauty of the spot, - When you're bein' drilled with shot? - Wot is Nature when you're checked for bein' dirty? - An' eternity's a blank - To a feller on the crank, - When ev'ry blessed minute seems like thirty! - - Bein' punished for your deeds, - On fatig' a-pickin' weeds, - Can a bloke admire the beauties of the clover? - Does the sunset on the 'ills - Give defaulters any thrills - Except to know the day is nearly over. - - Bein' frog-marched to the clink, - Does a feller stop to think - On the grass before 'is eyes so swif'ly runnin', - 'Ow that ev'ry single blade - Is most wonderfully made - Wiv a skill beyond all artificial cunnin'? - - An' you cannot pant for wars - When you're scrubbin' barrack floors, - Or get inspired on bully-beef an' biscuit: - It requires a poet's soul - When a feller's cartin' coal - To think 'isself in danger, an' to risk it. - - Does a feller care a D-- - For the friskin' of a lamb, - When 'e 'as to watch the friskin' thro' a gratin'? - Does the lowin' of the 'erds, - Or the twitterin' of the birds, - Soothe a feller when for punishment 'e's waitin'? - - - L' ENVOI - - In the deepest pits of 'Ell, - Where the worst defaulters dwell - (Charcoal devils used as fuel as you require 'em), - There's some lovely coloured rays, - Pyrotechnical displays: - _But you can't expect the burnin' to admire 'em!_ - - - - - *THE COLONEL'S GARDEN* - - - There are gardins, an' there's gardins, - Some are good, an' some are not. - There are gardins in a glass 'ouse - Where the air is allus 'ot. - But whether on a winder-ledge, - Or in a flower-pot, - I'll back our Colonel's gardin - For to lick the bilin' lot. - - There are gardners, _an'_ there's gardners, - Some are great, an' some are small. - Some could change a bloomin' brickfield - To a Covent Gard'n ball! - There are some 'oo couldn't 'ardly - Fix a creeper to a wall! - But I'll back our Colonel's gardner, - Jerry Jordan, 'gin 'em all! - - O the flowers they are lovely! - An' the roses they are fair; - An' the daisies they are winkin' - Thro' a lash of maiden-'air! - An' the lilies, tall an' naked-- - Tho' it's little that they care! - An' the garden--under Jerry-- - Is a place beyond compare! - - There are flowers bloomin' early, - There are flowers bloomin' late; - There is 'oneysuckle climbin' - On the porchway, by the gate. - - There's some cress an' mustard growin' - On a commissairy plate! - O the garden it is lovely-- - That's when Jerry's on the straight! - - * * * * * - - O the garden it's neglected. - An' the pinks 'ave ceased to pink, - An' the petals they are droppin', - An' the blooms they bend and sink. - O the flowers they are fadin' - Now that Jerry's took to drink! - O the flowers they're neglected-- - Jerry Jordan's in the clink! - - For the flowers will not blossom, - An' they don't give out no smells, - The convul'vus it is weepin' - From its verigated bells. - An' the lily's in hysterics, - An' she faints away in spells: - O there's weepin', an' there's wailin'-- - Jerry Jordan's doin' cells! - - * * * * * - - O the path is rolled an' gravelled, - An' the gardin's fresh as rain, - An' the weeds that strewed the borders - They no longer there remain. - An' the flowers they are smilin', - For they're out of all their pain; - An' the bees they 'um for gladness-- - Jerry Jordan's out again! - - - - - *THE PEOPLE TO CECIL JOHN RHODES,* - - JULY 18, 1899 - - - By the bond that binds the scattered folk to home, - We have come. - By the love to dear old England which you bear-- - And we share, - By the knowledge of the Empire you extend-- - Britain's friend!-- - We are gathered, many thousand people, to - Welcome you! - - We are strangers drawn together by one tie, - They and I, - Merely men who, having never met before, - Meet no more! - But a common cause has bridged the social breach, - Each to each - Has one soft word of fellowship to say, - Here to-day. - - If you search among our numbers you will find - Every kind: - Dutchman, Briton, 'Africander,' and Malay - In array; - Christian, Mussulman, and he of Abram's seed-- - Every creed: - With the worshippers of _Sakyanumi's_ mud-- - Mighty Budh. - - But if every heart was melted, and when done - Moulded one-- - If a welcome in a polyglotic tongue - Could be sung-- - If one voice could speak our sentiments to-day, - We would say, - Very simply: 'We are glad that you are come-- - Welcome home!' - - We have followed you, and watched your noble stand - For your land. - And your triumphs and your greatly troubled hours. - Have been ours: - And our sympathetic wishes for your cause, - Have been yours: - Since the day on which you left us to go forth, - 'For my North!' - - We have followed you through many foreign ways, - In these days. - By the Nilus, on the Desert, new surveyed, - You have strayed: - By the Pyramids and palms of Cairo town, - Parched and brown: - By the quiet shades of Oxford, prim and green, - You have been. - - In the stately city hall, in spirit we - Came to see - The cheering thousands testify belief, - In their Chief. - In the regal courts of Potsdam, at your side - We were tied, - By the tighter bond than kinship ever drew--- - We and you! - - If our hearts in concord melted and were run - Into one! - If a welcome in a polyglotic tongue. - Could be sung: - If two words could voice our sentiments to-day, - We would say-- - Very simply, being glad that you are come-- - 'Welcome home!' - - - - - *WHEN LONDON CALLS!* - - - There's a voice that calls to Mecca, there's a voice that calls - to Rome. - (O the Holiest of Holies! O the Temple and the Shrine!) - There's a bleating from a pasture, and it calls a wand'rer home. - (O the friskings of the yearlings, and the lowing of the kine!) - There's a penetrating whisper that can rise above the gale - From the cot of thatch and plaster, from the oaken-gabled hall, - From the limpid lake of silver in the verdant velvet vale, - From the shamrock and the heather, - Hear the call! - - There's a voice that calls the waster, when the doors of home - are shut. - (O the voice of club and chamber, and the arc-light burning - blue!) - There's a voice that calls the trooper in his daub and wattle - hut. - (O the midnight cabs that rattle from the Strand to Waterloo!) - There's a voice for ever calling from the Square and from the - Slum, - From the Hornsey Rise to Brixton, from St. Saviour's to St. - Paul's. - 'Tis the never-changing message of the everlasting 'Come' - To the brick and to the mortar. - London calls! - - You may still the voice of conscience, and suppress the blush of - shame. - (O the deed that made you outlaw! O the folly and the sin!) - But never man ignored it when the call to London came. - (The call from belfry tower! O the clanging, banging din!) - 'Tis the wooded green of Greenwich with the deer among the fern. - 'Tis the bleak, blank streets of Lambeth, where the - drizzling fog-mist falls. - It's a weary aching whisper, and it murmurs, 'O return - To the Elegance, the Squalor. - London calls!' - - 'Tis the swelling roar of Epsom, with the backers seven deep. - (O the rush around the Corner, and the finish on the Straight!) - 'Tis the tinkling hum of Henley as it snuggles down to sleep. - (O the light-lined laughing river, with its fairy-fancied fte!) - 'Tis the growl of Ratcliffe Highway, 'tis the lisp of Rotten - Row; - 'Tis the beauty that entrances, 'tis the horror that appals; - 'Tis the firemen's horses tearing to the midnight sky aglow; - It's a vague and restless--something. - London calls! - - It is early morning Fleet Street, when the throbbing presses - fly. - (O the Father of the Chapel! O the ticking, talking tape!) - 'Tis the universal High Street, where the world may see and buy. - (O the steamboat of Newcastle! O the feather of the Cape!) - 'Tis the heart of all creation, where the veins of commerce - meet; - 'Tis the centre seat in gall'ry, 'tis the booked and numbered - stalls; - 'Tis the barrow in Whitechapel, 'tis the brougham in Regent - Street; - 'Tis the Commonplace--the Novel. - London calls! - - 'Tis the glitter and the jingle on the Foreign Office stairs. - (O the starred and gartered Levee! O the Rulers of the Land!) - 'Tis the crowd about the stretcher and the burden that it bears. - (O the ward in darkened silence! O the swiftly running sand!) - 'Tis the message of the letter, 'tis the message of the wire; - 'Tis the dainty hand that types it, 'tis the awkward fist that - scrawls; - 'Tis the memory that sickens, 'tis the thought that burns 'like - fire; - 'Tis the life that's worth the living! - London calls! - - 'Tis the cheering of the Commons and the cry of 'Who goes home?' - (O the bell that rings Division! O the seat beneath the card!) - 'Tis the choir-boys' voices rising to the lofty, painted dome. - (O the flutter of the pigeons in the flagged and mossy yard!) - 'Tis the Sabbath bells that echo down the silent city streets; - 'Tis the Steel inside the Velvet! 'Tis the stroking hand that - mauls! - 'Tis the Tutor, it's the Master. It prepares and it completes! - It is London--and it's LONDON! - And it calls! - - - - - *CAIROWARDS* - - - Going up--and by all one man's will! - Untrodden lands shall echo with our roars, - Our engines' wheels shall break the mountains' still, - Uncharted rivers see us by their shores; - And where the lions drink, and panthers prey, - Shall lie the ballast of our iron-bound way. - - Going up! Primval forest, where - The Bushman lurks with poison at his lips, - Must give its best, and all its treasures bare, - When our iron-monster in its hollows dips; - And caves, from which the cobra issues forth, - Shall be a Somewhere Junction--for the North. - - Going up! Eternal snows, that crown - The lonely summits of the lordly hills, - Shall look upon our laboured paths, and frown - Upon the girdered bridge that spans their rills; - But, clinging to the slope, with scanty hold, - The road shall be unfastened, fold by fold. - - Going up! The stifling winds that blow - Across the sweep of fiery desert waste - Shall clog and cloy our workings as we go, - And strive to check us in our desp'rate haste, - With sand that holds us in its shifting clutch-- - And iron and brass shall blister to the touch. - - Going up! The Nile in sullen wrath - Shall rise and smite the sleeper from the rail, - And say: 'Behold the Mistress of the North! - Who does not let the work of man prevail!' - But patient man shall strive against her might - Until the palms of Cairo are in sight! - - - - - *ODE TO THE OPENING OF THE SOUTH - AFRICAN EXHIBITION, 1898* - - - Father of all! - Robd in splendour, - Thou who dost wield - Almighty power, - All things are thine, - Fruitage and flower-- - Cattle and kine-- - Vineyard and field! - Hear, when we call. - Praising the Sender! - - Father of all! - Strong to deliver! - Here, do we place, - Down at Thy feet, - Fruits of our hands-- - Trophies of wheat, - Won from Thy lands-- - Trophies of chase. - Hear, when we call, - Praising the Giver! - - Father of all! - Weaver and fuller; - Craftsman and herd; - Chapman and knave; - Worker and drone; - Headman and slave, - Worship a-prone-- - Bow to Thy word! - Hear Thou our call, - Praising the Ruler! - - Father of all! - Billow and breaker - Sink to Thy nod! - Here, have we brought, - That which we found, - That which we wrought, - Drawn from Thy ground, - Culled from Thy sod. - Hear, when we call, - Praising the Maker! - - Father of all! - Thine is the story - Written in space! - What Thou hast made - Knows not of death. - Let us not fade, - Catching Thy breath, - Live by Thy grace! - Hear Thou our call, - Thine is the Glory! - - - - Printed by T. and A. 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A. in Love.' 'Legacies' is reproduced by the kind permission of the 'Daily News,' and 'Arthur' and 'Her Majesty has been Pleased—' of the 'Evening News.' Most of the others are new to the English reader.</em></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold large">CONTENTS</span></p> + <p class="noindent pnext"><a class="reference internal" href="#war">WAR</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#army-doctor">ARMY DOCTOR</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#nicholson-s-nek">NICHOLSON'S NEK</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#my-pal-the-boer">MY PAL, THE BOER</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#song-of-the-first-train-through">SONG OF THE FIRST TRAIN THROUGH</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-naval-brigade">THE NAVAL BRIGADE</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-armoured-train">THE ARMOURED TRAIN</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#make-your-own-arrangements">MAKE YOUR OWN ARRANGEMENTS</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#ginger-james">GINGER JAMES</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#her-majesty-has-been-pleased">'HER MAJESTY HAS BEEN PLEASED—'</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#arthur">ARTHUR</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#legacies">LEGACIES</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#t-a-in-love">T. A. IN LOVE</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#tommy-advises">TOMMY ADVISES</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-number-one">THE NUMBER ONE</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#britannia-to-her-first-born">BRITANNIA TO HER FIRST-BORN</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#tommy-to-his-laureate">TOMMY TO HIS LAUREATE</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-mission-that-failed">THE MISSION THAT FAILED</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-prayer">THE PRAYER</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#cease-fire">CEASE FIRE</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#tommy-s-autograph">TOMMY'S AUTOGRAPH</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#at-the-brink">AT THE BRINK!</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-king-of-oojee-moojee">THE KING OF OOJEE-MOOJEE</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-song-of-the-town">THE SONG OF THE TOWN</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#by-simon-s-bay">BY SIMON'S BAY</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-squire">THE SQUIRE</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-sea-nation">THE SEA-NATION</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#nature-fails">NATURE FAILS</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-colonel-s-garden">THE COLONEL'S GARDEN</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-people-to-cecil-john-rhodes-july-18-1899">THE PEOPLE TO CECIL JOHN RHODES, JULY 18, 1899</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#when-london-calls">WHEN LONDON CALLS!</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#cairowards">CAIROWARDS</a> <span><br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#ode-to-the-opening-of-the-south-african-exhibition-1898">ODE TO THE OPENING OF THE SOUTH AFRICAN EXHIBITION, 1898</a></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="war"><span class="bold large">WAR</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A tent that is pitched at the base:</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A wagon that comes from the night:</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A stretcher—and on it a Case:</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A surgeon, who's holding a light.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The Infantry's bearing the brunt—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>O hark to the wind-carried cheer!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A mutter of guns at the front:</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A whimper of sobs at the rear.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And it's</span> <em class="italics">War</em><span>! 'Orderly, hold the light.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>You can lay him down on the table: so.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Easily—gently! Thanks—you may go.'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And it's War! but the part that is not for show.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>II</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A tent, with a table athwart,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A table that's laid out for one;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A waterproof cover—and nought</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>But the limp, mangled work of a gun.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A bottle that's stuck by the pole,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A guttering dip in its neck;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The flickering light of a soul</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>On the wondering eyes of The Wreck,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And it's</span> <em class="italics">War</em><span>! 'Orderly, hold his hand.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I'm not going to hurt you, so don't be afraid.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A ricochet! God! what a mess it has made!'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And it's</span> <em class="italics">War</em><span>! and a very unhealthy trade.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>III</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The clink of a stopper and glass:</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A sigh as the chloroform drips:</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A trickle of—what? on the grass,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And bluer and bluer the lips.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The lashes have hidden the stare....</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A rent, and the clothes fall away....</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A touch, and the wound is laid bare....</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A cut, and the face has turned grey....</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And it's</span> <em class="italics">War</em><span>! 'Orderly, take It out.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>It's hard for his child, and it's rough on his wife,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>There might have been—sooner—a chance for his life.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>But it's</span> <em class="italics">War</em><span>! And—Orderly, clean this knife!'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="army-doctor"><span class="bold large">ARMY DOCTOR</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Army Doctor! Army Doctor!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Ere's some 'cruities for inspection,—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Some in rags, an' some in cuffs.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Some in shirts, an' some without 'em,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot a blessed strange collection!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Served before? You needn't doubt 'em,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Bloomin' muffs!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Army Doctor! Army Doctor!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Take your sword, an' drop your lancet,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Teach your nurses 'ow to fight!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Ow to march the dead march—solemn!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Ow to route march—an' to dance it!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Teach 'em 'ow to march in column,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the right!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Army Doctor! Army Doctor!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Gold an' velvet! 'broidered lacin's,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Oldin' 'igh your bloomin' 'ead!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Seen you peel that coat so winnin',</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Seen you stain them pretty facin's,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Seen your 'ighly glossy linen,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Splattered red!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Army Doctor! Army Doctor!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Sun is 'ot—an' we are learnin'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Lessons in the cholera school,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>We're fear-sick, an' mad as 'atters,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Throat a-parchin', 'ead a-burnin',</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Seems to me,</span> <em class="italics">you're</em> <span>takin' matters</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Rather cool!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Army Doctor! Army Doctor!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Spurs and swagger! Cuff an' collar!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Up to ev'ry bloomin' trick!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Seen you—as I've seen none other—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Go to—where</span> <em class="italics">I</em> <span>dursn't foller!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Seen you act the man and brother</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>To the sick!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Army Doctor! Army Doctor!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Things by Engineers forgotten,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">You</em> <span>'ave got to recollect.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Tho' you're such a gilded dandy,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the meat is goin' rotten,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Chances are,</span> <em class="italics">you're</em> <span>somewhere 'andy</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>To inspect!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Army Doctor! Army Doctor!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Where the firin' never ceases,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Where the 'uddled soldier lies,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Where the Mauser bullets shave 'im,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Gawd! they're chippin' 'im to pieces!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Git 'im out of fire an' save 'im....</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Well done, Guys!</em> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="nicholson-s-nek"><span class="bold large">NICHOLSON'S NEK</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">They gave their best at Waterloo,</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">For the honour of England's name;</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">They threw their best on a hundred fields,</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">To put our foes to shame.</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">'Tis good that England's soldier men</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">To-day can do the same.</em> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>They have proved their worth,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To the ends of the earth.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>They have striven and won,—and failed!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>They have shown their might,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>On the Dargai Height,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the</span> <em class="italics">mollah's</em> <span>bullets hailed.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>They have laid their dead,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>In the river bed,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>On the site of their last brave stand.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>They have buried at night,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By a lantern light,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>In a grave that they scooped in the sand.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And far and wide,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>They have done and died,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>By donga, and veldt, and kloof.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And the lonely grave,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Of the honoured brave,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Is a proof—if we need a proof,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>They won—and died,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And we glorified</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The men of the barrack schools.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>They died—and failed,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And in wrath we railed</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>At the fault of the bungling fools!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And perhaps it is good</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>That we change our mood,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And perchance it is well to blame,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And to seek elsewhere,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For some men to bear,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The weight of our foolish shame.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But the fight hard fought,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Must it go for nought</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Because of its hapless turn?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Must we then withhold,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For the life hard sold,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The Honour it died to earn?</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When hot and tired,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>With the last round fired,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And never a ray of hope—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>What then the shame?</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>They were just the same</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Who charged Talana's slope!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>You may give and take,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>As the shrapnels rake,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When your batt'ry has replied;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But you cannot live</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When there's too much give,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>From the guns on the open side.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Good men are they,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Who gain the day,—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And victory is sweet,—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And just as brave</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Who do not rave</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>At every small defeat.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For the fight hard fought</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Must not go for nought,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Because of its hapless turn;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Nor we withhold,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For the life hard sold,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The Honour it died to earn.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">We gave our best at Waterloo,</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">For the honour of England's name;</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">We threw our best on a hundred fields</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">To put our foes to shame.</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">'Tis good that England's soldier men</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">To-day can do the same.</em> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="my-pal-the-boer"><span class="bold large">MY PAL, THE BOER</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We met without appointment on an 'ill,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I comed upon the beggar without warnin';</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Layin' down be'ind a boulder,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>With 'is rifle to 'is shoulder,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>He sent along wot's Dutch for a 'Good-mornin'.'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E missed me with a fair amount of skill,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'fore 'e'd time to mount, an' get from danger,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I was takin' of my rest,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By a sittin' on 'is chest,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' a sayin' to the welcome little stranger:—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'My pal, the Boer!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>You're a prisoner of war'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>('E tried to break my jaw, but that's a trifle);</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'You can't escape me, can yer?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>In the name of Rule Britannia,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I commandeer your 'orse an' Mauser rifle!'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>You wouldn't call 'is manners over bright,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' you wouldn't term 'is disposition sunny,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'e 'ad a silly notion</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>That the cause of the commotion</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Was Chamberlain a-fightin' for 'is money;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'e fancied that the British flag was white—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Twas a silly fancy—still we must excuse it,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the Lancers came along</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E felt a trifle</span> <em class="italics">bong</em><span>!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E soon found out the proper way to use it!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>My pal, the Boer,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Ain't used to proper war,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But tho' 'e scorns the flag an' does the grandy,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The 'igh an' mighty scorner,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When we get 'im in a corner,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E FINDS A FLAG OF TRUCE IS MIGHTY 'ANDY!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="song-of-the-first-train-through"><span class="bold large">SONG OF THE FIRST TRAIN THROUGH</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Line Clear to Witteputs! I wind around the guarded hill,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And thunder o'er the lean long bridge that spans the sombre stream;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>No uptorn rail to devastate, no culvert gap to fill,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And where the outpost feared to ride, I gather up my steam.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>(</span><em class="italics">I passed a little mound of earth that bore the cross's sign,—</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">A Colonel, and a dozen men, who fell to clear the line.</em><span>)</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Line Clear to Belmont: and I feel the ballast shaking down:</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>My flanges bite the new-laid rail and prove the new-thrust pin.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>On either side the purple ridge, the veldt land sickly brown,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The 'distant off' says 'Welcome,' and the 'Home' says 'Come ye in.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>(</span><em class="italics">Two thousand guardsmen rushed the Kop—a score are buried here,</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">And here are laid some Fusiliers—they fell to give Line Clear.</em><span>)</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Line Clear to Graspan: so I run adown the gentle grade,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Nor notice in my joyful haste the kopje stubble grown,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And wildly bouldered foot to crest where fell a half brigade,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>What time the bristling mountain-side with segment shell was sown.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>(</span><em class="italics">The mess-deck and the ward-room thinned to give the line pratique</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Line Clear from Graspan—so, half-mast the Ensign at the Peak.</em><span>)</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Line Clear: along the new-spliced wires that droop from pole to pole,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By Enslin, where the helio glared fitfully and fleet,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The word is passed across the plain to where the rivers roll,—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To where, tree-fringed in eddying swirls, the Modder meets the Riet.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>(</span><em class="italics">In heat and thirst and weariness a hundred dying lay,</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">A hundred bloody forms grew stiff to give me Right Away.</em><span>)</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Line Clear: I face the grim gaunt range that stretches east and west</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>('Twas by its base, near Magers farm, that Wauchope's men went down):</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I skirt the ridge that hid the guns, and gleefully I breast</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The easy rise that brings in view the long-beleaguered town.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>(</span><em class="italics">Line Clear: o'er blood, and sweat, and pain, and sorrow's</em> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">road I ran,</em> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">And every sleeper was a wound, and every rail a man.</em><span>)</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="the-naval-brigade"><span class="bold large">THE NAVAL BRIGADE</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When you're pickin' your men for a fight,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When choosin' the corps that'll serve,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>It's only quite proper an' right</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>To fix upon muscle an' nerve,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' so, to your heavy Dragoons—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Your Granny-dear Guards an' their band—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To your Sappers with bridgin' pontoons,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>You can buckle the Lower Deck Hand!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>(</span><em class="italics">The Lower Deck Hand</em> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Doesn't want any band;</em> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">He's grit, an he's sand</em> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Is the Lower Deck Hand.</em><span>)</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>His march is a go-as-you-please;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>He most keeps step with hisself!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For his boots ain't conducive to ease,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Bein' mostly kept packed on a shelf!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Tho' he isn't so span or so spic—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Tho' his marchin' ain't what you'd call grand—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>He gets to the front just as quick</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Does the elegant Lower Deck Hand!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>(</span><em class="italics">The Lower Deck Hand</em> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Wasn't reared in the Strand;</em> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">But he's good to command,</em> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Is the Lower Deck Hand.</em><span>)</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>You may swear by the jolly marines,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Per marey, per tarey' they fight—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Not speakin' for them in their 'teens—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I don't mind admittin' your right.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But all that the Joey has got,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>As I'd have all the world understand,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>He's learnt—well, he's learnt quite a lot</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>From his tooter—the Lower Deck Hand!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>(</span><em class="italics">The Lower Deck Hand</em> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Is a mine that's unpanned;</em> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">An' he's yours to command,</em> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Is the Lower Deck Hand.</em><span>)</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>He doesn't shape well at Reviews,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I've known him to spit in the ranks;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But we've never been asked to excuse</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A fault, when he's guarding the flanks.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' when there's a break in the square</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Or a place where the Line cannot stand,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I'll tell you the chap to put there—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Jack Mullow'—the Lower Deck Hand.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>(</span><em class="italics">The Lower Deck Hand</em> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Will die as he 'll stand;</em> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">He's tempered an land,</em> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Is the Lower Deck Hand.</em><span>)</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When you're hemmed in a tight little hole,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>By a greatly outnumbering foe,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>It's a matter of stokin' an' coal</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>How far we're away from the foe.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the Infantry's needin' some aid,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the 'tillery gets under-man'd,—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Make way for the Naval Brigade!—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>His Highness the Lower Deck Hand!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>(</span><em class="italics">The Lower Deck Hand</em> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">With his guns he can land,</em> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">An he'll kick up some sand,</em> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Will the Lower Deck Hand.</em><span>)</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="the-armoured-train"><span class="bold large">THE ARMOURED TRAIN</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>There's risk on the ballasted roadway,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>There's death on the girdered bridge,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Red ruin from sleeper to sleeper,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And wreck on the bouldered ridge.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>No signal to herald my coming,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>No whistle to waken the plain;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Stand clear—I am out for patrolling!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Make way for the Armoured Train!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I run not to time, nor to table,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I'm neither an 'Up' nor a 'Down,'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But 'Full speed ahead' is my order,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When skirting the enemy's town.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>My mails have a backing of cordite,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>My luggage is powder and shell,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>With smoke-stack a-blazing I thunder,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A traveller's sample of Hell!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>They have laid me a mine by a culvert,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>They have loosened a bolt by a curve,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But thrice-tested steel is my muscle,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And thrice-tested brass is my nerve.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A curse for their bungling folly,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A laugh for the death-trap that fails,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A hang for the enemy's miner,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>So long as I keep to the rails.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A cheer—and I pull from the township</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>To spy out the enemy's line;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A plunge—and I rush into darkness</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>As reckless of wreckage as mine.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And what if a rail has been lifted?</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And what if a river's unspanned?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I fail, but I know in the failing</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I strove at the Empire's command.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>They were men who at Badajos conquered,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>They were men who for Wellington struck,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And a Man is the Man at the Throttle,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And a Man is the Man on the Truck.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Undismayed I may go to destruction.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>For I know at the end I may feel</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I die with the men on the footplate,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I pass with my brothers in steel.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="make-your-own-arrangements"><span class="bold large">MAKE YOUR OWN ARRANGEMENTS</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the depôt soldier's dinin' on three-quarters of a pound,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>If there's too much bone to please 'im, or the meat is extry tough,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E 'as got a chance of grousin' when 'is orficer goes round,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E can draw upon the mess-book, if 's rations ain't enough.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own arrangements!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When you're cut orf from the column, an' supplies are runnin' low,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>It ain't no 'too much fat, sir!'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But it's bread—an' glad of that, sir!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>O it's</span> <em class="italics">bake</em> <span>your own arrangements—out of flour—as you go!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the depôt soldier's on parade 'e sparkles an' 'e shines.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the depôt soldier's drillin' 'e must make each motion 'tell.'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the depôt soldier's marchin' 'e must march on drill-book lines.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E 'as got a drill-instructor, an' 'e does it very well.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own arrangements!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the camp is rushed at midnight, an' you're fallin' in—to die!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>O there ain't no drill-rules set there,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But it's take your gun—an' get there!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When you make your own arrangements, you must grab your belt an' fly.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The depôt soldier's grounded in a systematic drill;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E also knows wot's 'rendezvous' an' what is 'bivouac.'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E knows the use of rifle-pits, the proper way to kill—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E understands the principles an' the'ries of attack.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own arrangements!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When you're dodgin' tons of boulder, climbin' mount'ins under fire,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the drill-book won't assist you</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Till the fallin' rocks 'ave missed you!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>So you make your own arrangements—an' you climb a little 'igher!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the depôt soldier's wantin' with 'is orficer to speak,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E must 'alt two paces from 'im, an' salute before the start.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'e mustn't try to argue, an' 'e mustn't give no cheek;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' if 'is Captain slangs 'im—'e must take it in good part.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own arrangements!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When you see 'im lying wounded, all the circumstances change.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' you don't 'eed no instructions;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' you don't need introductions;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But you make your own arrangements—an' you get 'im out of range.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the depôt soldier sickens, when the depôt soldier dies,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E is buried by 'is comrades in the regulation style.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E is covered by an ensign of the regulation size,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'e gets a firin' party made of thirteen rank an' file.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own arrangements!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the Colonel reads the service by a guard-room lantern light.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When in silent rows you've laid 'em</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>In a trench your bay'nets made 'em,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>O, it's make your own arrangements when you bury in the night!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="ginger-james"><span class="bold large">GINGER JAMES</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A spell I 'ad to wait</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Outside the barrick gate,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For Ginger James was passin' out as I was passin' in;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E was only a recruit,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But I give 'im the salute,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For I'll never git another chance of givin' it agin!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E'd little brains, I'll swear,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Beneath 'is ginger 'air,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Is personal attractions, well, they wasn't very large;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E was fust in ev'ry mill,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' a foul-mouthed brute, but still</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>We'll forgive 'im all 'is drawbacks—'e 'as taken 'is discharge.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E once got fourteen days,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For drunken, idle ways,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the Colonel said the nasty things that colonels sometimes say;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E called him to 'is face</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The regiment's disgrace—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But the Colonel took 'is 'at off when 'e passed 'im by to-day.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>For days 'e used to dwell</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Inside a guard-room cell,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Where they put the darbies on 'im for a 'owlin' savage brute;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>But as by the guard 'e went</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>They gave 'im the present,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The little bugler sounded off the 'General Salute.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The band turned out to play</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Poor Ginger James away;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Is Captain an' 'is Company came down to see 'im off;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' thirteen file an' rank,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>With three rounds each of blank;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'e rode down on a carriage, like a bloomin' city toff!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E doesn't want no pass,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E's journeying first-class;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Is trav'lling rug's a Union Jack, which isn't bad at all;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The tune the drummers play</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>It ain't so very gay,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But a rather slow selection, from a piece that's known as 'Saul.'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="her-majesty-has-been-pleased"><span class="bold large">'HER MAJESTY HAS BEEN PLEASED—'</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot a crowd of people!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot a sea of faces!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Ow the ladies' parasols are glist'nin' in the sun!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Troops in 'open order,'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Captains in their places.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wish the day was over, and I wish the job was done!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot a lot of civvies!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Mus' be 'arf the city!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Like a mob on Boxing-night outside Drury Lane!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Ain't it perfect weather?</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>More's the blessed pity!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wish instead of sunshine it was pourin' 'ard o' rain!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Comes of bein' famous—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Mentioned in despatches!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Comes of me a-carrying the Major to the rear!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Empty stomach fighting—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Getting sleep by snatches!—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Ow the troops must cuss me for a-keeping them out 'ere!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Ow the people eye me,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Like a choice chrysanth'um!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Ow this collar's chokin' me!—Lord! I'm feelin' sick!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Troops are at the 'shoulder'—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Pre-sent'—there's the anthem!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Ow I 'ope 'er Majesty will get it over quick!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wonder if I'm dusty?</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Elmet feels lopsided!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Chuck a chest for 'Eaven's sake!</span> <em class="italics">Lord</em><span>, I'm feelin' queer!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Twenty times they've brushed me,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Twice 'ave I been tidied,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Yet I'm feelin' mucky still. Private Jawkins? 'ERE!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Face the lan-dow panels,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Dumbly; likewise blindly,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Seein' in a sorter mist a lady dressed in black:</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Ear 'er sof'ly talkin'.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Thanks, mum, thank you kindly!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Saw the Major fallin', and I 'ad to take 'im back!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Thank you, mum—your 'Ighness—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Majesty, I mean, mum!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'M sure I'm much obliged to you for this 'ere pretty Cross!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Bless you, you're a lady!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Mean you are the Queen, mum!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>On'y picked the Major up an' shoved 'im on an 'orse!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Saw our Sub go under,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Alf 'is men around 'im</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Cut to bits—an' 'im so young,—yes mum, very sad.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Yes mum, 'e was buried</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>In the place we found 'im.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Thank you, mum,—your Majesty (God, I'm feelin' bad!)</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="arthur"><span class="bold large">ARTHUR</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Oo's the Gen'ral 'ere? sez I;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Oo's the Gen'ral 'ere?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, so you 'aven't got</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>nothin' to fear.'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But 'e marched me 'ere, an' 'e marched me there,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To burn blank cartridges everywhere;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'e made me sweat, an' 'e made me swear—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Did Arthur!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot can the Gen'ral do? sez I;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot can the Gen'ral do?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'O, 'e 's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, an' 'e don't know</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>much about</span> <em class="italics">you</em><span>!'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But 'e doubled me round on a big field day:</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'e checked me for loafin'—a mile away!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' I found there's a time for work an' play</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>With Arthur!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot 'as the Gen'ral done, sez I?</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot 'as the Gen'ral done?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, an' they chucked 'im 'is</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>rank for fun!'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But that was a lie, for I found out since</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E's ninepence a soldier an' thruppence a prince!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E stood fire in Egypt, an' 'e didn't wince!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Not Arthur!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot does the Gen'ral know? sez I;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot does the Gen'ral know?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, an' 'e 's on'y</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>got up for show!'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But I 'chanced' kit inspection, an' thought it a 'cert.';</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But 'e put me down, smart, for a tunic an' shirt!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An', insult to injury—checked me for dirt!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Did Arthur!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Ow is 'e liked by you? sez I;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Ow is 'e liked by you?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, but I reckon</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>some'ow 'e'll do!'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I'm willin' to risk, as I've done before,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A Fox 'Ills fight, or a native war,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Or front rank man in an Army Corps,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>With Arthur!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot is 'e, after all? sez I;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot is 'e, after all?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'O, 'e's a swaddle, the same as you, an' 'e goes to the</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>"orficers' call"!'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E's a gentleman, Tommy, when all's said an' done!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Is ma is the lady 'oo 's second to none,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' we love 'er the better because of 'er son—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>That's Arthur!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="legacies"><span class="bold large">LEGACIES</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The dog is yours; and so's the photo frames,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Them pictures wot I cut, an' my new box.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The pack of cards, the dominoes, an' games,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The knittin' needles, an' the knitted socks,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' all, except the letters and the ring—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>You'll find them all together tied with string.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>My public clothin'—that goes back to stores—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>My kit'll sell by auction on the square;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' other fellers will be 'formin' fours'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'markin' time' in boots I used to wear.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>They're welcome; but you won't forget to send</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The ring an' all the letters to my——friend?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The pain ain't near so bad as wot it were</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The day they dragged me from the limber wheels;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Ain't I a wreck! for God's sake don't tell 'er;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Say it was fever—peaceful—in the 'ills;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' write about the wreaths, the 'Jack,' and band,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An'—send a bit of hair: you understand?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The ring—— Oh no, the doctor lets me talk,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I ain't a-tirin'—'cept a funny light,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' just a feelin' that I'd like to walk</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>To where it seems to flicker in the night.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Better for me to go with aching 'ead,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Than go in trouble with my say unsaid.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The ring—it ain't long since she sent it back;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I never meant no 'arm, God only knows,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But things—I can't tell now—looked very black,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And she believed the others—I suppose,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I'm sorry for 'er now—that cursed wheel!—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>You see she is a woman, an' she'll</span> <em class="italics">feel</em><span>.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>* * * * *</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The dog is yours, I told you that before.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The spurs you'll find 'em in my private kit.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The letters, an' the ring, an' nothin' more,—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">An'</em> <span>hair—it's foolish—but a little bit.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>* * * * *</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Our Father'—Lord, how strange! It's all—ri'—sir.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">The—lett—an—th'—ring—an'—hair—for—'er!</em> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="t-a-in-love"><span class="bold large">T. A. IN LOVE</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sittin' with my elbow on my knee.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I</span> <em class="italics">orter</em> <span>be a polishin' the meat-dish an' the can—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(I</span> <em class="italics">orter</em> <span>draw the groceries—for I am ord'ly man!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But wot are bloomin' ration calls, an' wot's a pot or pan,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When I'm dreaming O my darlin' one, of thee?)</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Firin' at the rifle range I be.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I've missed a fust-class targit—an' I've missed the 'ill be'ind!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I nearly shot a marker once! (which wasn't very kind);</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The orficer 'e swears at me—but re'ly, I don't mind!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I am dreamin', O my darlin' one, of thee!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Me, as was the smartest man in 'B'!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>My kit is all untidy, and it's inches thick in dust;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' my rifle's fouled an' filthy, an' my bay'nit's red with rust;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>They've tried to find the reason—but I've seen 'em furder fust!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' they never guess I'm dreamin', dear, of thee!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>They can't make out wot's comin' over me.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The fellows think I'm barmy, an' the Major thinks it's drink,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The Sergeant thought it laziness, so shoved me in the clink!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The Colonel called it 'thoughtlessness,' so gave me time to think,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' to dream again, my darlin' one, of thee!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot's two 'ours' sentry-go to me?</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A sittin' in the sentry-box, a-thinkin' of your eyes,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The ord'ly orficer come along, an' took me by surprise!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E said as I was sleepin'—an' the usual orfice lies!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When I was on'y dreamin', love, of thee!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Rubbin' tarry oakum on my knee!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Oh, when I weigh that oakum in, I know I'll cop it 'ot!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I'll be 'auled before the Gov'nor, an' I'll git an 'our's shot;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But whether I git punishment, or whether I do not,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>They can't prevent me dreamin', love, of thee!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="tommy-advises"><span class="bold large">TOMMY ADVISES</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Take your rifle from the rack:</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Take your bay'nit from the shelf;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Clean your straps for marchin' order,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' git ready for the Border.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For it ain't no sham attack,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>So you needn't kid yourself.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>It's a ball an' bay'nit action</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>With the perfect satisfaction</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Of a medal, an' a ribbon, and perhaps a clasp or two.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For a-doin' of the little job your betters couldn't do.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Pack your socks, an' fold your shirt,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wash your water-bottle out,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>It'll make your marchin' easy</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>If your boots are nice an' greasy,—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' some dubbin wouldn't 'urt.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>You can chuck your weight about;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>There's an 'appy day before you,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the civvies will adore you,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And the things wot used to shock 'em will be favoured with a smile.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And your little faults an' failin's won't be noticed for a while.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Git a guernsey out of store—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Winter's very cold above,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the wind an' rain will find you</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>If you leave your clothes behind you!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Trust your pretty self before</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Any Quartermaster's love;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For there's no store to go unto</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' no tailors' shops to run to;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For it ain't no ten days' skirmish these manoeuvres wot you're in,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' a little flannel weskit 'ides a multitood of skin!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Write your letters for the mail;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Tell your people all the news—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For your folks'll prize the writin'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Of 'my son who's out a-fightin'.'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Don't you spin an awful tale,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Just to give your mother blues,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For the day the boys are cryin'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'List o' wounded, dead and dyin'!'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Will be tons of time for them at 'ome to feel a trifle blue,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When they see a dozen Smiths are killed—and wonder which is you!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="the-number-one"><span class="bold large">THE NUMBER ONE</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The number one, 'e's on the bridge,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>There's goin' to be a row,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The Gold Coast is upon our port,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An', 'ull down, on our bow;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Makin' for 'ome for all she's worth—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A slaver's bloomin' dhow!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The number one is on the bridge,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The buntin' tosser's aft;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' down below, in the 'eat an' glow,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The men are at their graft.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>They've peeled their shirts, to get the steam,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To over-'aul that craft.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The number one is in command,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The skipper's sick below,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A touch o' fever from the coast,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'As made the old man so;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But 'e's passed the word to the engineer,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'For Gawd's sake make 'er go!'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The 'gen'ral quarters' sounded orf,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The bugler's made a call</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(A call that means the 'red' marines,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>With fifty rounds of ball,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Are goin' to git a medal an' clasp,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Or an ensign for a pall!)</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The number one is on the bridge,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The sun is low an' red!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' shot an' shell, like fiends of 'ell,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Are shriekin' round 'is 'ead,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' three marines are crippled,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' their sergeant-major's dead!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The number one is on the bridge,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The dhow's a battered sight;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Er rascal chief 'as come to grief;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E's fought 'is final fight,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But the number one lies on the bridge,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'is face is ghastly white.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A smile is on 'is bloodless lips,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Is sword 'angs from 'is wrist,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And a lock of 'air of a maiden fair.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Is clasped in 'is bloodstained fist,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But 'e'll meet 'er at the great roll-call,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When they muster by 'open list'!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="britannia-to-her-first-born"><span class="bold large">BRITANNIA TO HER FIRST-BORN</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I am no maiden, highly strung,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To faint, when bloody death is nigh.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I have not lived, by might of tongue</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Nor by vain boastings, wind-wide flung!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But on fame's endless ladder, I</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Have fought my way, from rung to rung!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I am no fretful, whimp'ring miss;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I am a woman, learned of years.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And once I felt your baby kiss:</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Your bliss for me had greater bliss!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Your youthful sorrows had my tears.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>O son o' mine, remember this!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Your foes were mine, in those dear days:</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Your friends were kind, and kin to me.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>We parted—so, we will not raise</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The long dead years. We went our ways,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I, brooding by the cold grey sea;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>You, pride-flushed, with your new-won bays!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The years have passed; it does but seem</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>As yester-eve you left my side.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I journeyed with you, dream on dream—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I heard your great war eagle's scream!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And on sweet Progress, your fair bride,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I saw the sun of Fortune's beam!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I mourned your follies, word and deed;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I watched your rising, when you rose,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By sober prayer, by Cross and Bead;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Until you found that greater Creed,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>That in the broader channel flows,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The lowly truths, that higher lead!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>You are my son, and born of me.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>My laws of Right are Laws to you</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Whose hands were stained in blood, to be</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The hands that set the slave-man free!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And now, again, you dare and do—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For Justice, and Humanity!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The days to be are big with Fate!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Go fight your battle, Son o' mine:</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And State to Shire, and Shire to State,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Its better self shall dedicate!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>So, let the wily foe combine,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Whilst, hand-locked, heart-locked, we can wait!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="tommy-to-his-laureate"><span class="bold large">TOMMY TO HIS LAUREATE</span></p> + <p class="center pnext"><span>(CAPETOWN,</span> <em class="italics">January</em> <span>25, 1898.)</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>O good-mornin', Mister Kiplin'! You are welcome to our shores:</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To the land of millionaires and potted meat:</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To the country of the 'fonteins' (we 'ave got no 'bads' or 'pores'),</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To the place where di'monds lay about the street</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>At your feet;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To the 'unting-ground of raiders indiscreet.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I suppose you know this station, for you sort of keep in touch</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>With Tommy wheresoever 'e may go;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' you know our 'bat's' a shandy, made of 'Ottentot an' Dutch,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>It's a language which is 'ideous an' low,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Don't you know</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>That it's 'Wacht-een-beitje' 'stead of ''Arf a mo'?'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We should like to come an' meet you, but we can't without a pass;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Even then we'd 'ardly like to make a fuss;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For out 'ere, they've got a notion that a Tommy isn't class;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E's a sort of brainless animal, or wuss!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Vicious cuss!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>No, they don't expect intelligence from us.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>You 'ave met us in the tropics, you 'ave met us in the snows;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But mostly in the Punjab an' the 'Ills.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>You 'ave seen us in Mauritius, where the naughty cyclone blows.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>You 'ave met us underneath a sun that kills,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' we grills!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' I ask you, do we fill the bloomin' bills?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Since the time when Tommy's uniform was musketoon an' wig,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>There 'as always been a bloke wot 'ad a way</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Of writin' of the Glory an' forgettin' the fatig',</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Oo saw 'im in 'is tunic day by day,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Smart an' gay,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' forgot about the smallness of his pay!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>But you're</span> <em class="italics">our</em> <span>partic'lar author, you're our patron an' our friend,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>You're the poet of the cuss-word an' the swear,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>You're the poet of the people, where the red-mapped lands extend,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>You're the poet of the jungle an' the lair,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' compare,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To the ever-speaking voice of everywhere!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>There are poets wot can please you with their primrose-vi'let lays,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>There are poets wot can drive a man to drink;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But it takes a 'pukka' poet, in a Patriotic Craze,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To make a chortlin' nation squirm an' shrink,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Gasp an' blink;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'eedless, thoughtless people stop an' think!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Yes, the 'and wot banged the banjo an' made Tommy comic songs,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Oo wrote of Empires, 'Lion's 'Ead to Line,'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Oo found an 'idden poem in M'Andrew's Injin gongs,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Was the checkin' 'and wot gave the warnin' sign,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>In a line—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>That gave the people soda after wine.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="the-mission-that-failed"><span class="bold large">THE MISSION THAT FAILED</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Our troop was encamped by the side of a stream</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' a very smart troop were we.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>We 'ad Cavalry orficers—straight from town,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' we escorted Mister Commissioner Brown,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Commissioner Brown, C.B.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' we 'eard that the Governor put 'im down,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For a spare K.C.M.G.!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We wos camped near by to a border town,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>On the borders of Creegerland—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A very despotic, republican state—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' there we 'ad got the order to wait,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But why, we did not understand.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>So we bedded our 'orses, an' cussed at our fate</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(For you can't cuss the man in command).</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>One mornin' sez Mister Commissioner Brown,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sez 'e to the 'ole parade,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'I've bin inspired by a dream just now—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I can't say why, an' I can't say 'ow—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But a voice in my dream it said,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>"O in Joannistown there's a deuce of a row</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And badly they want your aid!"'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Now Joannistown is in Creegerland,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Which same is a friendly state.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' it isn't no joke—which is puttin' it fine—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>To pass without notice the border-post sign;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But we did it, as I will relate.—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We really intended to drop 'em a line!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But we 'adn't got time to wait.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We 'ad ridden some miles into Creegerland</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When Commissioner Brown, C.B.,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E called an 'alt,—which a troop requires,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>For a man, 'e tires, as 'is 'orse perspires,—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'e sez to the troop, sez 'e,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'About ten miles from 'ere are some telegraph wires,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' a very good thought struck me.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'For fear of my dream bein' misunderstood</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the evil constructions of liars!—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For fear of alarmin' the dear farmers' wives</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' disturbin' the quiet an' peace of their lives,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I think we will sever them wires!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' I'll give somethin' 'andsome to 'im 'oo contrives</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To cut off the current—with pliers!'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' Michael M'Carty, Lance-Corp'ral was 'e,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Right guide to a section of 'A,'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Started orf on the job, an' we whispered a cheer,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' we each gave the beggar our flasks—full of beer—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To 'elp for to lighten 'is way!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We gave 'im cheap drinks—though it was very dear</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When it came round to settling day!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>M'Carty 'e rode, an' M'Carty 'e swilled,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' M'Carty got big in the 'ead,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Till 'e couldn't tell telegraph poles from trees,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'e wandered around, sorter go-as-you-please</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Till 'is wonderin' wanderin's led</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>To the wires—of a fence! an' reclinin' at ease</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E cut up these wasters instead!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>It's all over now: an' Brown 'e got jugged,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And the Burghers of Creegerland knowed.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>They licked us to fits in a sweet little fight,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the King of Jerusalem wired 'is delight!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the Laureate wrote us an Ode!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' Europe got ready for action that night</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Cos M'Carty got drunk on the road!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>M'Carty's a thief, M'Carty's a beast,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' M'Carty is likewise a liar!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E went an' got drunk, which 'e shouldn't 'ave done;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E went an' got drunk, an' 'e spoilt the 'ole fun:</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the moral to them wot conspire</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Is,</span> <em class="italics">Don't send a beer-swilling son of a gun</em> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">When you're cuttin a telegraph wire!</em> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="the-prayer"><span class="bold large">THE PRAYER</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>O God of Battles! Lord of Might!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A sentry, in the silent night,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I, 'oo 'ave never prayed,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Kneel on the dew-damp sands, to say,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>O see me through the comin' day—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But, please remember, though I pray,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>That I am not afraid!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>O God of Battles! Lord of Might!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Ere in the dusky, starry light,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>My inner self I've weighed;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' I 'ave seen my guilt an' sin;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I'm black as black can be, within,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But though I would forgiveness win,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>It ain't 'cos I'm afraid!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>O God of Battles! Lord of Might!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Keep me, to-morrow, in Your sight!—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Far 'ave I erred an' strayed.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I've flaunted You, with gibe an' sneer,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>At 'ome, with chums to laugh and cheer,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But now, I am alone—out 'ere!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>But still I ain't afraid!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>O God of Battles! Lord of Might!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The en'my's camp-fires twinkle bright.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>To-morrow, Lord, Your aid;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The canteen was my Sunday-school:</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The drill-book was my Golden Rule;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot are they now? O 'elpless fool!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>But still, I'm not afraid!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>O God of Battles! Lord of Might!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The price of every thoughtless slight</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>To-morrow will be paid!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A voice is whisp'rin' to my 'eart—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A voice that makes me sweat an' start!—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'To-morrow, soul an' soldier part!'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>But I—I'm not afraid!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>O God of Battles! Lord of Might!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Ere, in the silence of the night,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>My 'umble prayer is prayed!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>All life an' death are one to you!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>If I must die—O 'elp me to!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>In that last moment, see me through—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>My God! I</span> <em class="italics">am</em> <span>afraid!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="cease-fire"><span class="bold large">CEASE FIRE</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The fight was done an hour ago:</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The whole brigade has fallen back,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And I've been wand'rin' to and fro,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A-askin' any—white or black,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Say—have you seen my brother, Jack?</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>His troop was first in the attack!'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I should have seen him here by now:</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An hour ago the 'cease fire' went.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>He isn't wounded any'ow,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Cos with the stretcher squads I went,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' all my other time I've spent</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A-hangin' round the doctor's tent.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Among the huddled, fallen men</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I picked a way across the plain.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I got a dozen yards, an' then</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Came back for fear I'd turn my brain....</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The mangled horrors of the slain!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>O Christ! I can't go</span> <em class="italics">there</em> <span>again!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Say, have</span> <em class="italics">you</em> <span>seen my brother Jack?</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Don't know! an' damn you, don't much care!—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But 'scuse me, chum, a-talkin' back,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I'm sorter flustered with the glare.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>These sands are hot, an' so's the air—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Perhaps he's doin' guard somewhere!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Old mother said before we went,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Be sure you keep him in your sight'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(Not knowin' what a campaign meant).</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Don't let him stay out late o' night!'—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I wonder if he funked the fight</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' bolted. O pray God he might!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>They're layin' out our dead just now,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>He can't be——, no, that—that ain't sense,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' when he comes there'll be a row!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A-keepin' me in this suspense!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis here our line of killed commence,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I'll sorter look—for make-pretence!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Pretendin' some one's here I know—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I'm half inclined to turn aback—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But one by one, along I go,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And see the crimson clottin' black....</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">His troop was first in the attack!</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>What! Jack! Is this—this Thing our Jack?</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="tommy-s-autograph"><span class="bold large">TOMMY'S AUTOGRAPH</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I 'ad lorst my situation, an' the girl she got the 'ump,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the naggin' of my muvver nearly drove me orf my chump.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>So I 'oofed it down to Woolwich, to the old recruitin' starf,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' they give to me a paper for to fix my autygrarf!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Just to fix my autygrarf!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Lor' you should a 'eard me larf!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For the blessed Sergeant-Major wos a tryin' on 'is chaff.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Didn't mind the Doctor's soundin's,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Nor 'is soap an' water barf!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But the fing as knocked me silly wos that bloomin' autygrarf!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I wos took before the colonel, an' I took a Bible oaf</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>That I'd serve my Queen an' country, an' be square unto them boaf.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Then they got a printed paper, an' this Colonel on the starf</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sez, 'You'll kindly read this over, an' affix your autygrarf!'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>To affix my autygrarf!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Larf! You orter 'eard me larf!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Signin' fings like ''Enry Irvin,' Knight Commornder of the Barf!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Made me want to do a swagger</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Like a Piccadilly calf!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>On'y fancy! People wantin' Tommy Atkins' autygrarf!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Then I signs my name an' birfplace, an' the county I wos from,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' I dots the 'i' in Atkins, an' I crorst the 't' in tom.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A recruit is wurf a dollar, an' the sergeant gets an 'arf;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Just for 'andin' me a paper for to put my autygrarf!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Just to put my autygrarf!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Larf? You should 'ave 'eard them larf!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>From the colonel wiv 'is spurs on, to the sergeant in 'is scarf.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When I sez, 'Wot's this for, mister?'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sez the colonel, 'Go to Barf!'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Don't you know the Queen is anxious for to get your autygrarf?'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>I 'ave autygrarfed for clobber, I 'ave autygrarfed for pay;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I 'ave signed it wiv a flourish, I 'ave signed it wiv a 'j'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>On an Army Temperance pledge-book</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>(O the straight an' narrer parf!)—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To a 'drunk' fine in the pay list, I've affixed my autygrarf!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot a name! An autygrarf!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Nuff to drive a feller darf;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Callin' Christian name an 'auty' an' the uvver name a 'grarf,'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Writin' in a pocket-ledger—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Stead of album bound in calf—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Doo to soldier: Nil' (that's Latin), an' your bloomin' autygrarf!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="at-the-brink"><span class="bold large">AT THE BRINK!</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis now, as we tighten the girth,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis now, as we buckle the sword,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When bitterness hardens our mirth,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis now that we seek you, O Lord!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Give us hope now the future is black,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>From fatuous arrogance ward—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The words that we cannot hold back!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Give peace in our time, O Lord!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>You know of the hate—folly born;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>You know of the wrath—money bred;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The impotent rage, and the scorn,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The trust and the faith that are dead.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Lest sorrow should spring from the land—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The crop of the seed of the sword—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>O, stay the imperious hand;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Give peace in our time, O Lord!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis good when the man loves the land,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis good when he falls for his creed,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But woe to the hate that is fanned</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>By folly begotten of greed.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the weak become foolishly strong,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When peoples, unwitting, applaud,—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The folly wrought wrong—still is wrong!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Give peace in our time, O Lord!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the voice in the senate is stilled;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the councillor speaks in a tent;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When the lands are untended, untilled;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>What use if the stubborn relent?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>What gain will the simpleton's shame,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The shrifts and lamentings, afford?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To-day, on their conduct, the blame;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Give peace in our time, O Lord!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Give peace: that is rooted in Right.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Give peace: that is strengthened by Grace.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Give peace: that we stand in your sight,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Thrice over a justified race.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis peace—and with honour—we need,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And the child of our child shall award</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The praise for our failing, or deed.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Give peace in our time, O Lord!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="the-king-of-oojee-moojee"><span class="bold large">THE KING OF OOJEE-MOOJEE</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We 'ave stowed our ammunition, we 'ave taken in our store,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' our very last instructions we 'ave 'ad by semy-fore;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The Flagship's made a signal, 'We wish you all success,'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' we're off to Oojee-Moojee on the armoured cruiser 'Bess.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">For the King of Oojee-Moojee</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Is a-comin of 'is tricks,</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">'E's cheeked the English Consul,</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">An 'e's chucked 'is wooden bricks.</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">'E won't do kindergarden,</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">An' 'e's done 'is lessons wrong;</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Altogether Oojee-Moojee</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Is a-comin' of it strong!</em> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the Point is miles be'ind us, an' 'eadquarters furder still;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>We've exchanged a friendly greetin' wi' the bloke on Signal 'Ill;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>We are off to Oojee-Moojee, an' we cannot be detained,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For relations dip-lo-matic 'ave become a trifle strained!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Now the King of Oojee-Moojee is a little coloured kid;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'e rules some thousand niggers, an' 'e does as 'e is bid!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For the Government of England, with 'is interests in view,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'As civilised 'is country—an' collects 'is revenue!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>For the King wot reigned afore 'im was an 'eathen nigger thief,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>So we sent a missionary, for to teach 'im our belief.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(To prevent misunderstandin's, an' avoid unpleasant scenes,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>We likewise sent an 'Otchkiss, an' a 'undred red marines.)</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E wouldn't take our gospel, an' unpleasantness arose,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Which cost six whites, and niggermen proportionate to those;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' we left the King a-swingin' from a 'Lyptus tree above,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Just to show as there was iron underneath the velvet glove.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Then our skipper very kindly did an 'andsome sort of thing,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For 'e made a proclamation that the nevvy of the King—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A funny little kiddy, with a sat-on sorter face—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Should rule the Oojee-Moojee, an' should take 'is uncle's place.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>So we dressed 'im up in velvets, an' we fed 'im up on buns,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' we gave 'is bit of buntin' a salute of twenty guns,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' we gave to 'im a doctor for to cure 'is chills an' croups;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>With a tutor, an' a gen'ral for to organise 'is troops.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>So 'is tutor taught 'im manners, an' the way to part 'is 'air,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the gen'ral, in 'is spare time, taught 'im proper ways to sware;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The doctor, to complete 'im, was a-teaching him to mill—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When 'is 'ighness put the veto on the Education Bill.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Then 'e cheeked the British Consul!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Then 'e cussed the doctor's wife!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'e chased 'is good, kind tutor, with a bloomin' carvin' knife;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Tore 'is books an' burnt 'is grammar (said they wasn't good for 'ealf),</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Boned some whisky from the General, an' unchristianised 'isself!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">So, we're bound for Oojee-Moojee,</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">An we mus'n't be detained;</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">For relations dip-lo-matic</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">'Ave become a trifle strained:</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">'Situations complicated'—</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">'Warship ordered to the scene!'—</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Just because a nigger kiddy's</em> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">Playin' truant with the Queen!</em> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="the-song-of-the-town"><span class="bold large">THE SONG OF THE TOWN</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sing hey! for the sand-freckled plain;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sing ho! for the flower-flushed valley;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A song for the ship-sprinkled main,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And the sports where the wanderers rally,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A song for the lawn sloping down—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The lawn with its terrace and fountain,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But here's a song of the square white Town</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the mist-wrapped, cloud-capped mountain!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The whitewashed, square-cut town,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the grey-green wind-swept sea;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The moving throng,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And the motor gong,</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>These sing the song for me!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sing hey! for the Town and its folk,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The comers, the goers, the stayers;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The just arrived waster, dead-broke,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The homeward-bound mummers and players;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The white man suspiciously dark!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The trooper-man, newly recruited;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The hand-bagged and frock-coated clerk,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The pioneer corded and booted!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The motley-peopled town!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Its raw and cultured folk,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Live, work, and play</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Twixt Mount and Bay,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And bear one equal yoke.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sing hey! for the Town, and its dress,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The garbs of the twenty-one nations:</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The Kafir in blanket—and less,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The lady in Paris 'creations';</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The-man-about-town, rather loud,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The nigger in checks somewhat rasher;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Here, fez to the turban is bow'd,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>There, top-hat comes off to the 'smasher.'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The particoloured town,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Where plush and broadcloth meet:</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Where Islam's green</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And Worth-wrought sheen</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Rub textures in the street!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sing hey! for the Town, as a town,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>A song of its bricks and its plaster;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The slum that is mouldering down—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The mansion that's rising the faster.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sing hey! for its one-storied past,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Be-flagged, and be-stoeped, and be-whitened;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Its five-storied future more vast,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Its breadth to be broadened and heightened.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The grim old, prim old town,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A brand-new vestment wears,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And arc-lights purr</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Where blue-gums were,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And the blanket-Kafir stares!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="by-simon-s-bay"><span class="bold large">BY SIMON'S BAY</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>In the mountain fold</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the green-blue bay,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Where the waves are flecked</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the evening gold</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>At the close of day;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And the berg is decked</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>With a film of grey,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And the mountain's frown</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>On the darkening town—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>My mem'ries stray.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the fringing beach,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the restless wave,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Is the straggling town,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And its limits reach</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>From the highest place</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the mountain's crown</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To the mountain's base—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Where the waters lave.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Hopeful Town</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the Cape of Hope;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the sandy slope</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Where the Hills look down;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the wind-swept kloof—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>On the barrack, grim:</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>On the whitened roof,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>On the garden trim:</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>On the restless Bay</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Where the sea-fowl whirls</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And the spume-dust swirls</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To the Zephyr's whim—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>At the close of day.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Darkening Bay,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Where ever lay</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Alert to slip</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>From leashes taut</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>A blood-flecked hound</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>In the pale lean ship;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And where the sound</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Of echoing boom</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>From far away</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Is a full-mouthed bay,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>As the quarry's found.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Mournful bay</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>In green and grey,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I've thought on you</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>This many a day.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="the-squire"><span class="bold large">THE SQUIRE</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sir John of the Isles,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E stood on 'is lands,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' looked round 'is large estates:</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The lands of waste, an' the lands of corn;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The rose-clad lands, an' the lands of thorn;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' 'is many gun guarded gates.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sir John of the Isles,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E sez to T.A.,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E sez to T.A., sez 'e,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Oh, you an' your chum, the sailor-man,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Must scour the country as far as you can</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For you are gamekeepers to me.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sir John of the Isles,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E sez to the swells—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The Downing Street frock-coated crew—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'You are stewards of mine, on Colonial land,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' my tenants, with seventeen guns an' a band,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Shall pay their respects unto you!'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sez John of the Isles</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To one of the swells,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Near the lands where you're goin' to Be</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Is the dusty estate of a crotchety cuss,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Oo from time to time causes a great deal of fuss,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For 'e thinks 'e's better nor me.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sez John of the Isles,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'The tenants 'e rules</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Are a very peculiar lot.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Is bailifs are 'Ollanders, chock full of guile,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' they run the estate in a Guy-foxy style.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Which is Dynamite, Treason and Plot!'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sez John of the Isles,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Don't mind 'is remarks,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For the land which is 'is—it was mine;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But 'e took it to Law in a court rather grim,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' a kopje-'id jury decided for 'im!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' awarded the land as a fine.'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sir John of the Isles,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'E sez to the swell,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'You're a gentleman, breedin' an birth,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' in case of a row, without losin' your 'ead,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>You may take my gamekeepers, an' mark 'is land red!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>On the survey-map of the Earth!'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="the-sea-nation"><span class="bold large">THE SEA-NATION</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We rose, a people of the sea,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Nursed by the wind, and rocked by wave.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Our hard, rock-founded history,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Was born from stories of our brave.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And northern ice-blasts steeled our frames</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When war was but the best of games.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We saw a Roman Empire fall,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And fell; but falling, learned to rise.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>We heard the voice of Progress call,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And in our folly we were wise:</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When Briton, Saxon, Norman, Dane,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Bequeathed their progeny the main.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And conquered joined with conqueror;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And Norman fire, with Saxon zeal</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Combined; we swept the world before</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The twanging bow, and clanging steel.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Tyrants unmurm'ring bore our yoke,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And braggarts thought before they spoke.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Then Iron Might took Right to wife;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And lo! our liberty was born!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>We revelled in the newer life</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When King was mated by a pawn.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Men lived between, of mighty worth;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>From Montfort's death to Cromwell's birth.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We bore the arrogance of kings,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>But bravèd death in fear of God.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>We rose from great, to greater things.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The weak grew potent at our nod.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And nations watched the scales of Fate,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To see where England threw her weight!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We took our seed to other climes,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And from it sprang by divers seas,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An Oak—that grew among the Limes!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An Oak—among the Blue-gum trees!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The Cactus left the land because</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The Acorn brought its ordered laws.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And like a giant, bearing stings</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Of gnats, who joy to see him wince,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>We stand—the envy of the kings</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Despised by every petty prince!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Who know, that while enduring yet,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>We bear—but we do not forget.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We lived, and live! The world shall see</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An inextinguishable flame.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The nations fade; but we shall be!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When Gaul and Teuton are a name!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For us the seven seas in one:</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For landlocked hordes—oblivion.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="nature-fails"><span class="bold large">NATURE FAILS</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>You can eas'ly understand</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>That the green of medder-land</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Doesn't strike the bloke that 'as to push the roller;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' Nature at the best,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When you put 'er to the test,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Undiluted, is a very poor consoler.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the blue of summer skies</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'As no beauties for the eyes</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Of defaulters on parade in marchin' order;</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the rainiest of morns</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Brings no feelin's—'cept to corns,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Of a feller pickin' oakum with a warder.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot's the beauty of the spot,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When you're bein' drilled with shot?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wot is Nature when you're checked for bein' dirty?</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' eternity's a blank</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To a feller on the crank,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When ev'ry blessed minute seems like thirty!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Bein' punished for your deeds,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>On fatig' a-pickin' weeds,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Can a bloke admire the beauties of the clover?</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Does the sunset on the 'ills</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Give defaulters any thrills</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Except to know the day is nearly over.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Bein' frog-marched to the clink,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Does a feller stop to think</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>On the grass before 'is eyes so swif'ly runnin',</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Ow that ev'ry single blade</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Is most wonderfully made</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Wiv a skill beyond all artificial cunnin'?</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' you cannot pant for wars</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When you're scrubbin' barrack floors,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Or get inspired on bully-beef an' biscuit:</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>It requires a poet's soul</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When a feller's cartin' coal</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To think 'isself in danger, an' to risk it.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Does a feller care a D—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>For the friskin' of a lamb,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>When 'e 'as to watch the friskin' thro' a gratin'?</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Does the lowin' of the 'erds,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Or the twitterin' of the birds,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Soothe a feller when for punishment 'e's waitin'?</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>L' ENVOI</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>In the deepest pits of 'Ell,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Where the worst defaulters dwell</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(Charcoal devils used as fuel as you require 'em),</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>There's some lovely coloured rays,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Pyrotechnical displays:</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <em class="italics">But you can't expect the burnin' to admire 'em!</em> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="the-colonel-s-garden"><span class="bold large">THE COLONEL'S GARDEN</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>There are gardins, an' there's gardins,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Some are good, an' some are not.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>There are gardins in a glass 'ouse</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Where the air is allus 'ot.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But whether on a winder-ledge,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Or in a flower-pot,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>I'll back our Colonel's gardin</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>For to lick the bilin' lot.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>There are gardners,</span> <em class="italics">an'</em> <span>there's gardners,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Some are great, an' some are small.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Some could change a bloomin' brickfield</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>To a Covent Gard'n ball!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>There are some 'oo couldn't 'ardly</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Fix a creeper to a wall!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But I'll back our Colonel's gardner,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Jerry Jordan, 'gin 'em all!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>O the flowers they are lovely!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the roses they are fair;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the daisies they are winkin'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Thro' a lash of maiden-'air!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the lilies, tall an' naked—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Tho' it's little that they care!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the garden—under Jerry—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Is a place beyond compare!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>There are flowers bloomin' early,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>There are flowers bloomin' late;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>There is 'oneysuckle climbin'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>On the porchway, by the gate.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>There's some cress an' mustard growin'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>On a commissairy plate!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>O the garden it is lovely—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>That's when Jerry's on the straight!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>* * * * *</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>O the garden it's neglected.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the pinks 'ave ceased to pink,</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the petals they are droppin',</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the blooms they bend and sink.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>O the flowers they are fadin'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Now that Jerry's took to drink!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>O the flowers they're neglected—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Jerry Jordan's in the clink!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>For the flowers will not blossom,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' they don't give out no smells,</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The convul'vus it is weepin'</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>From its verigated bells.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the lily's in hysterics,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' she faints away in spells:</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>O there's weepin', an' there's wailin'—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Jerry Jordan's doin' cells!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>* * * * *</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>O the path is rolled an' gravelled,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the gardin's fresh as rain,</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the weeds that strewed the borders</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>They no longer there remain.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the flowers they are smilin',</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>For they're out of all their pain;</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>An' the bees they 'um for gladness—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Jerry Jordan's out again!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="the-people-to-cecil-john-rhodes-july-18-1899"><span class="bold large">THE PEOPLE TO CECIL JOHN RHODES,</span></p> + <p class="center pnext"><span>JULY 18, 1899</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the bond that binds the scattered folk to home,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We have come.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the love to dear old England which you bear—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And we share,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the knowledge of the Empire you extend—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Britain's friend!—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>We are gathered, many thousand people, to</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Welcome you!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We are strangers drawn together by one tie,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>They and I,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Merely men who, having never met before,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Meet no more!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But a common cause has bridged the social breach,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Each to each</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Has one soft word of fellowship to say,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Here to-day.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>If you search among our numbers you will find</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Every kind:</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Dutchman, Briton, 'Africander,' and Malay</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>In array;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Christian, Mussulman, and he of Abram's seed—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Every creed:</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>With the worshippers of</span> <em class="italics">Sakyanumi's</em> <span>mud—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Mighty Budh.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>But if every heart was melted, and when done</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Moulded one—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>If a welcome in a polyglotic tongue</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Could be sung—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>If one voice could speak our sentiments to-day,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We would say,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Very simply: 'We are glad that you are come—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Welcome home!'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We have followed you, and watched your noble stand</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>For your land.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And your triumphs and your greatly troubled hours.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Have been ours:</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And our sympathetic wishes for your cause,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Have been yours:</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Since the day on which you left us to go forth,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'For my North!'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We have followed you through many foreign ways,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>In these days.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the Nilus, on the Desert, new surveyed,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>You have strayed:</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the Pyramids and palms of Cairo town,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Parched and brown:</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the quiet shades of Oxford, prim and green,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>You have been.</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>In the stately city hall, in spirit we</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Came to see</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The cheering thousands testify belief,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>In their Chief.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>In the regal courts of Potsdam, at your side</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We were tied,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>By the tighter bond than kinship ever drew—-</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We and you!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>If our hearts in concord melted and were run</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Into one!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>If a welcome in a polyglotic tongue.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Could be sung:</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>If two words could voice our sentiments to-day,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>We would say—</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Very simply, being glad that you are come—</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Welcome home!'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="when-london-calls"><span class="bold large">WHEN LONDON CALLS!</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>There's a voice that calls to Mecca, there's a voice that calls to Rome.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(O the Holiest of Holies! O the Temple and the Shrine!)</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>There's a bleating from a pasture, and it calls a wand'rer home.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(O the friskings of the yearlings, and the lowing of the kine!)</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>There's a penetrating whisper that can rise above the gale</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>From the cot of thatch and plaster, from the oaken-gabled hall,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>From the limpid lake of silver in the verdant velvet vale,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>From the shamrock and the heather,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Hear the call!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>There's a voice that calls the waster, when the doors of home are shut.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(O the voice of club and chamber, and the arc-light burning blue!)</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>There's a voice that calls the trooper in his daub and wattle hut.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(O the midnight cabs that rattle from the Strand to Waterloo!)</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>There's a voice for ever calling from the Square and from the Slum,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>From the Hornsey Rise to Brixton, from St. Saviour's to St. Paul's.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the never-changing message of the everlasting 'Come'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To the brick and to the mortar.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>London calls!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>You may still the voice of conscience, and suppress the blush of shame.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(O the deed that made you outlaw! O the folly and the sin!)</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But never man ignored it when the call to London came.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(The call from belfry tower! O the clanging, banging din!)</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the wooded green of Greenwich with the deer among the fern.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the bleak, blank streets of Lambeth, where the</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>drizzling fog-mist falls.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>It's a weary aching whisper, and it murmurs, 'O return</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>To the Elegance, the Squalor.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>London calls!'</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the swelling roar of Epsom, with the backers seven deep.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(O the rush around the Corner, and the finish on the Straight!)</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the tinkling hum of Henley as it snuggles down to sleep.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(O the light-lined laughing river, with its fairy-fancied féte!)</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the growl of Ratcliffe Highway, 'tis the lisp of Rotten Row;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the beauty that entrances, 'tis the horror that appals;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the firemen's horses tearing to the midnight sky aglow;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>It's a vague and restless—something.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>London calls!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>It is early morning Fleet Street, when the throbbing presses fly.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(O the Father of the Chapel! O the ticking, talking tape!)</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the universal High Street, where the world may see and buy.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(O the steamboat of Newcastle! O the feather of the Cape!)</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the heart of all creation, where the veins of commerce meet;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the centre seat in gall'ry, 'tis the booked and numbered stalls;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the barrow in Whitechapel, 'tis the brougham in Regent Street;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the Commonplace—the Novel.</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>London calls!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the glitter and the jingle on the Foreign Office stairs.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(O the starred and gartered Levee! O the Rulers of the Land!)</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the crowd about the stretcher and the burden that it bears.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(O the ward in darkened silence! O the swiftly running sand!)</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the message of the letter, 'tis the message of the wire;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the dainty hand that types it, 'tis the awkward fist that scrawls;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the memory that sickens, 'tis the thought that burns 'like fire;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the life that's worth the living!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>London calls!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the cheering of the Commons and the cry of 'Who goes home?'</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(O the bell that rings Division! O the seat beneath the card!)</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the choir-boys' voices rising to the lofty, painted dome.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>(O the flutter of the pigeons in the flagged and mossy yard!)</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the Sabbath bells that echo down the silent city streets;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the Steel inside the Velvet! 'Tis the stroking hand that mauls!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>'Tis the Tutor, it's the Master. It prepares and it completes!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>It is London—and it's LONDON!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And it calls!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="cairowards"><span class="bold large">CAIROWARDS</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Going up—and by all one man's will!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Untrodden lands shall echo with our roars,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Our engines' wheels shall break the mountains' still,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Uncharted rivers see us by their shores;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And where the lions drink, and panthers prey,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Shall lie the ballast of our iron-bound way.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Going up! Primæval forest, where</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The Bushman lurks with poison at his lips,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Must give its best, and all its treasures bare,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>When our iron-monster in its hollows dips;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And caves, from which the cobra issues forth,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Shall be a Somewhere Junction—for the North.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Going up! Eternal snows, that crown</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>The lonely summits of the lordly hills,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Shall look upon our laboured paths, and frown</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Upon the girdered bridge that spans their rills;</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But, clinging to the slope, with scanty hold,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>The road shall be unfastened, fold by fold.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Going up! The stifling winds that blow</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Across the sweep of fiery desert waste</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Shall clog and cloy our workings as we go,</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>And strive to check us in our desp'rate haste,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>With sand that holds us in its shifting clutch—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And iron and brass shall blister to the touch.</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Going up! The Nile in sullen wrath</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Shall rise and smite the sleeper from the rail,</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>And say: 'Behold the Mistress of the North!</span> + </div> + <div class="inner line-block"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Who does not let the work of man prevail!'</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>But patient man shall strive against her might</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Until the palms of Cairo are in sight!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst" id="ode-to-the-opening-of-the-south-african-exhibition-1898"><span class="bold large">ODE TO THE OPENING OF THE SOUTH<br /> + AFRICAN EXHIBITION, 1898</span></p> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"></div><!-- --> + <blockquote> + <div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Father of all!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Robèd in splendour,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Thou who dost wield</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Almighty power,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>All things are thine,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Fruitage and flower—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Cattle and kine—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Vineyard and field!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Hear, when we call.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Praising the Sender!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Father of all!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Strong to deliver!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Here, do we place,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Down at Thy feet,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Fruits of our hands—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Trophies of wheat,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Won from Thy lands—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Trophies of chase.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Hear, when we call,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Praising the Giver!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Father of all!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Weaver and fuller;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Craftsman and herd;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Chapman and knave;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Worker and drone;</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Headman and slave,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Worship a-prone—</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Bow to Thy word!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Hear Thou our call,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Praising the Ruler!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Father of all!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Billow and breaker</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Sink to Thy nod!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Here, have we brought,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>That which we found,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>That which we wrought,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Drawn from Thy ground,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Culled from Thy sod.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Hear, when we call,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Praising the Maker!</span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="line-block outermost"> + <div class="line"> + <span>Father of all!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Thine is the story</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Written in space!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>What Thou hast made</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Knows not of death.</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Let us not fade,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Catching Thy breath,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Live by Thy grace!</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Hear Thou our call,</span> + </div> + <div class="line"> + <span>Thine is the Glory!</span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + <div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"></div> + <p class="center pfirst"><span class="small">Printed by T. and A. 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If you -are not located in the United States, you'll have to check the laws -of the country where you are located before using this ebook.</span></p> -<p class="noindent pnext"></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<div class="container" id="pg-machine-header"> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span>Title: Writ in Barracks -<br /> -<br />Author: Edgar Wallace -<br /> -<br />Release Date: August 08, 2015 [EBook #49658] -<br /> -<br />Language: English -<br /> -<br />Character set encoding: UTF-8</span></p> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst" id="pg-start-line"><span>*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK </span><span>WRIT IN BARRACKS</span><span> ***</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst" id="pg-produced-by"><span>Produced by Al Haines.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span></span></p> -</div> -<div class="container titlepage"> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold xx-large">WRIT IN BARRACKS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">BY</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">EDGAR WALLACE</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">METHUEN AND CO. -<br />36 ESSEX STREET: STRAND -<br />LONDON -<br />1900</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><em class="italics small">Colonial Library</em></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<div class="container dedication"> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">DEDICATION</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="medium">TO THE RANK AND FILE OF -<br />THE ROYAL ARMY MEDICAL CORPS -<br />AMONGST WHOM I SPENT SIX HAPPY YEARS -<br />OF MY LIFE, THIS COLLECTION OF VERSES -<br />MOSTLY WRITTEN IN BARRACKS -<br />IS ADMIRINGLY -<br />DEDICATED</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="small">RONDEBOSCH -<br /></span><em class="italics small">April</em><span class="small"> 4, 1900</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><em class="italics">'Ginger James' appeared originally in the -'Daily Chronicle,' 'Make your own Arrangements' -in the 'Pall Mall Gazette,' as also did -'T. A. in Love.' 'Legacies' is reproduced by -the kind permission of the 'Daily News,' and -'Arthur' and 'Her Majesty has been Pleased—' -of the 'Evening News.' Most of the others are -new to the English reader.</em></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold large">CONTENTS</span></p> -<p class="noindent pnext"><a class="reference internal" href="#war">WAR</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#army-doctor">ARMY DOCTOR</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#nicholson-s-nek">NICHOLSON'S NEK</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#my-pal-the-boer">MY PAL, THE BOER</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#song-of-the-first-train-through">SONG OF THE FIRST TRAIN THROUGH</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-naval-brigade">THE NAVAL BRIGADE</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-armoured-train">THE ARMOURED TRAIN</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#make-your-own-arrangements">MAKE YOUR OWN ARRANGEMENTS</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#ginger-james">GINGER JAMES</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#her-majesty-has-been-pleased">'HER MAJESTY HAS BEEN PLEASED—'</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#arthur">ARTHUR</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#legacies">LEGACIES</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#t-a-in-love">T. A. IN LOVE</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#tommy-advises">TOMMY ADVISES</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-number-one">THE NUMBER ONE</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#britannia-to-her-first-born">BRITANNIA TO HER FIRST-BORN</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#tommy-to-his-laureate">TOMMY TO HIS LAUREATE</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-mission-that-failed">THE MISSION THAT FAILED</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-prayer">THE PRAYER</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#cease-fire">CEASE FIRE</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#tommy-s-autograph">TOMMY'S AUTOGRAPH</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#at-the-brink">AT THE BRINK!</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-king-of-oojee-moojee">THE KING OF OOJEE-MOOJEE</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-song-of-the-town">THE SONG OF THE TOWN</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#by-simon-s-bay">BY SIMON'S BAY</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-squire">THE SQUIRE</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-sea-nation">THE SEA-NATION</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#nature-fails">NATURE FAILS</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-colonel-s-garden">THE COLONEL'S GARDEN</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-people-to-cecil-john-rhodes-july-18-1899">THE PEOPLE TO CECIL JOHN RHODES, JULY 18, 1899</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#when-london-calls">WHEN LONDON CALLS!</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#cairowards">CAIROWARDS</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#ode-to-the-opening-of-the-south-african-exhibition-1898">ODE TO THE OPENING OF THE SOUTH AFRICAN EXHIBITION, 1898</a></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="war"><span class="bold large">WAR</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>I</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>A tent that is pitched at the base:</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A wagon that comes from the night:</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A stretcher—and on it a Case:</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A surgeon, who's holding a light.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The Infantry's bearing the brunt—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>O hark to the wind-carried cheer!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A mutter of guns at the front:</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A whimper of sobs at the rear.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And it's </span><em class="italics">War</em><span>! 'Orderly, hold the light.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>You can lay him down on the table: so.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Easily—gently! Thanks—you may go.'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And it's War! but the part that is not for show.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>II</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>A tent, with a table athwart,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A table that's laid out for one;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A waterproof cover—and nought</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>But the limp, mangled work of a gun.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A bottle that's stuck by the pole,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A guttering dip in its neck;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The flickering light of a soul</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>On the wondering eyes of The Wreck,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And it's </span><em class="italics">War</em><span>! 'Orderly, hold his hand.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I'm not going to hurt you, so don't be afraid.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A ricochet! God! what a mess it has made!'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And it's </span><em class="italics">War</em><span>! and a very unhealthy trade.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>III</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The clink of a stopper and glass:</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A sigh as the chloroform drips:</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A trickle of—what? on the grass,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And bluer and bluer the lips.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The lashes have hidden the stare....</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A rent, and the clothes fall away....</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A touch, and the wound is laid bare....</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A cut, and the face has turned grey....</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And it's </span><em class="italics">War</em><span>! 'Orderly, take It out.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>It's hard for his child, and it's rough on his wife,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>There might have been—sooner—a chance for his life.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>But it's </span><em class="italics">War</em><span>! And—Orderly, clean this knife!'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="army-doctor"><span class="bold large">ARMY DOCTOR</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Army Doctor! Army Doctor!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Ere's some 'cruities for inspection,—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Some in rags, an' some in cuffs.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Some in shirts, an' some without 'em,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Wot a blessed strange collection!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Served before? You needn't doubt 'em,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Bloomin' muffs!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Army Doctor! Army Doctor!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Take your sword, an' drop your lancet,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Teach your nurses 'ow to fight!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Ow to march the dead march—solemn!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Ow to route march—an' to dance it!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Teach 'em 'ow to march in column,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>By the right!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Army Doctor! Army Doctor!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Gold an' velvet! 'broidered lacin's,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Oldin' 'igh your bloomin' 'ead!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Seen you peel that coat so winnin',</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Seen you stain them pretty facin's,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Seen your 'ighly glossy linen,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Splattered red!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Army Doctor! Army Doctor!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Sun is 'ot—an' we are learnin'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Lessons in the cholera school,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>We're fear-sick, an' mad as 'atters,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Throat a-parchin', 'ead a-burnin',</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Seems to me, </span><em class="italics">you're</em><span> takin' matters</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Rather cool!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Army Doctor! Army Doctor!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Spurs and swagger! Cuff an' collar!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Up to ev'ry bloomin' trick!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Seen you—as I've seen none other—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Go to—where </span><em class="italics">I</em><span> dursn't foller!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Seen you act the man and brother</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>To the sick!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Army Doctor! Army Doctor!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Things by Engineers forgotten,</span></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">You</em><span> 'ave got to recollect.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Tho' you're such a gilded dandy,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When the meat is goin' rotten,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Chances are, </span><em class="italics">you're</em><span> somewhere 'andy</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>To inspect!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Army Doctor! Army Doctor!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where the firin' never ceases,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where the 'uddled soldier lies,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where the Mauser bullets shave 'im,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Gawd! they're chippin' 'im to pieces!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Git 'im out of fire an' save 'im....</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Well done, Guys!</em></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="nicholson-s-nek"><span class="bold large">NICHOLSON'S NEK</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">They gave their best at Waterloo,</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">For the honour of England's name;</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">They threw their best on a hundred fields,</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">To put our foes to shame.</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">'Tis good that England's soldier men</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">To-day can do the same.</em></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>They have proved their worth,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To the ends of the earth.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>They have striven and won,—and failed!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>They have shown their might,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>On the Dargai Height,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>When the </span><em class="italics">mollah's</em><span> bullets hailed.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>They have laid their dead,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In the river bed,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>On the site of their last brave stand.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>They have buried at night,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>By a lantern light,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>In a grave that they scooped in the sand.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And far and wide,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>They have done and died,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>By donga, and veldt, and kloof.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And the lonely grave,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Of the honoured brave,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Is a proof—if we need a proof,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>They won—and died,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And we glorified</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The men of the barrack schools.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>They died—and failed,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And in wrath we railed</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>At the fault of the bungling fools!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And perhaps it is good</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That we change our mood,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And perchance it is well to blame,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And to seek elsewhere,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For some men to bear,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The weight of our foolish shame.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But the fight hard fought,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Must it go for nought</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Because of its hapless turn?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Must we then withhold,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For the life hard sold,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The Honour it died to earn?</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>When hot and tired,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>With the last round fired,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And never a ray of hope—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>What then the shame?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>They were just the same</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Who charged Talana's slope!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>You may give and take,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>As the shrapnels rake,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>When your batt'ry has replied;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But you cannot live</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When there's too much give,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>From the guns on the open side.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Good men are they,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Who gain the day,—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And victory is sweet,—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And just as brave</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Who do not rave</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>At every small defeat.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>For the fight hard fought</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Must not go for nought,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Because of its hapless turn;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Nor we withhold,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For the life hard sold,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The Honour it died to earn.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">We gave our best at Waterloo,</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">For the honour of England's name;</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">We threw our best on a hundred fields</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">To put our foes to shame.</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">'Tis good that England's soldier men</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">To-day can do the same.</em></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="my-pal-the-boer"><span class="bold large">MY PAL, THE BOER</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>We met without appointment on an 'ill,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I comed upon the beggar without warnin';</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Layin' down be'ind a boulder,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>With 'is rifle to 'is shoulder,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>He sent along wot's Dutch for a 'Good-mornin'.'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E missed me with a fair amount of skill,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'fore 'e'd time to mount, an' get from danger,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I was takin' of my rest,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>By a sittin' on 'is chest,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' a sayin' to the welcome little stranger:—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>'My pal, the Boer!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You're a prisoner of war'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>('E tried to break my jaw, but that's a trifle);</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'You can't escape me, can yer?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>In the name of Rule Britannia,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>I commandeer your 'orse an' Mauser rifle!'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>You wouldn't call 'is manners over bright,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' you wouldn't term 'is disposition sunny,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'e 'ad a silly notion</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That the cause of the commotion</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Was Chamberlain a-fightin' for 'is money;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'e fancied that the British flag was white—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Twas a silly fancy—still we must excuse it,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>When the Lancers came along</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E felt a trifle </span><em class="italics">bong</em><span>!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'E soon found out the proper way to use it!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>My pal, the Boer,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Ain't used to proper war,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But tho' 'e scorns the flag an' does the grandy,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The 'igh an' mighty scorner,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When we get 'im in a corner,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'E FINDS A FLAG OF TRUCE IS MIGHTY 'ANDY!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="song-of-the-first-train-through"><span class="bold large">SONG OF THE FIRST TRAIN THROUGH</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Line Clear to Witteputs! I wind around the guarded hill,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And thunder o'er the lean long bridge that spans the sombre stream;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>No uptorn rail to devastate, no culvert gap to fill,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And where the outpost feared to ride, I gather up my steam.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>(</span><em class="italics">I passed a little mound of earth that bore the cross's sign,—</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">A Colonel, and a dozen men, who fell to clear the line.</em><span>)</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Line Clear to Belmont: and I feel the ballast shaking down:</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>My flanges bite the new-laid rail and prove the new-thrust pin.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>On either side the purple ridge, the veldt land sickly brown,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The 'distant off' says 'Welcome,' and the 'Home' says 'Come ye in.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>(</span><em class="italics">Two thousand guardsmen rushed the Kop—a score are buried here,</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">And here are laid some Fusiliers—they fell to give Line Clear.</em><span>)</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Line Clear to Graspan: so I run adown the gentle grade,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Nor notice in my joyful haste the kopje stubble grown,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And wildly bouldered foot to crest where fell a half brigade,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>What time the bristling mountain-side with segment shell was sown.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>(</span><em class="italics">The mess-deck and the ward-room thinned to give the line pratique</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Line Clear from Graspan—so, half-mast the Ensign at the Peak.</em><span>)</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Line Clear: along the new-spliced wires that droop from pole to pole,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>By Enslin, where the helio glared fitfully and fleet,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The word is passed across the plain to where the rivers roll,—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To where, tree-fringed in eddying swirls, the Modder meets the Riet.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>(</span><em class="italics">In heat and thirst and weariness a hundred dying lay,</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">A hundred bloody forms grew stiff to give me Right Away.</em><span>)</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Line Clear: I face the grim gaunt range that stretches east and west</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>('Twas by its base, near Magers farm, that Wauchope's men went down):</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I skirt the ridge that hid the guns, and gleefully I breast</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The easy rise that brings in view the long-beleaguered town.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>(</span><em class="italics">Line Clear: o'er blood, and sweat, and pain, and sorrow's</em></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">road I ran,</em></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">And every sleeper was a wound, and every rail a man.</em><span>)</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-naval-brigade"><span class="bold large">THE NAVAL BRIGADE</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>When you're pickin' your men for a fight,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>When choosin' the corps that'll serve,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>It's only quite proper an' right</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>To fix upon muscle an' nerve,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' so, to your heavy Dragoons—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Your Granny-dear Guards an' their band—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>To your Sappers with bridgin' pontoons,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>You can buckle the Lower Deck Hand!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>(</span><em class="italics">The Lower Deck Hand</em></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Doesn't want any band;</em></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">He's grit, an he's sand</em></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Is the Lower Deck Hand.</em><span>)</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>His march is a go-as-you-please;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>He most keeps step with hisself!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>For his boots ain't conducive to ease,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Bein' mostly kept packed on a shelf!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Tho' he isn't so span or so spic—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Tho' his marchin' ain't what you'd call grand—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>He gets to the front just as quick</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Does the elegant Lower Deck Hand!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>(</span><em class="italics">The Lower Deck Hand</em></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Wasn't reared in the Strand;</em></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">But he's good to command,</em></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Is the Lower Deck Hand.</em><span>)</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>You may swear by the jolly marines,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'Per marey, per tarey' they fight—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Not speakin' for them in their 'teens—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I don't mind admittin' your right.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But all that the Joey has got,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>As I'd have all the world understand,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>He's learnt—well, he's learnt quite a lot</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>From his tooter—the Lower Deck Hand!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>(</span><em class="italics">The Lower Deck Hand</em></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Is a mine that's unpanned;</em></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">An' he's yours to command,</em></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Is the Lower Deck Hand.</em><span>)</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>He doesn't shape well at Reviews,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I've known him to spit in the ranks;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But we've never been asked to excuse</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A fault, when he's guarding the flanks.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' when there's a break in the square</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Or a place where the Line cannot stand,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>I'll tell you the chap to put there—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'Jack Mullow'—the Lower Deck Hand.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>(</span><em class="italics">The Lower Deck Hand</em></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Will die as he 'll stand;</em></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">He's tempered an land,</em></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Is the Lower Deck Hand.</em><span>)</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>When you're hemmed in a tight little hole,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>By a greatly outnumbering foe,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>It's a matter of stokin' an' coal</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>How far we're away from the foe.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>When the Infantry's needin' some aid,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>When the 'tillery gets under-man'd,—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Make way for the Naval Brigade!—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>His Highness the Lower Deck Hand!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>(</span><em class="italics">The Lower Deck Hand</em></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">With his guns he can land,</em></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">An he'll kick up some sand,</em></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Will the Lower Deck Hand.</em><span>)</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-armoured-train"><span class="bold large">THE ARMOURED TRAIN</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>There's risk on the ballasted roadway,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>There's death on the girdered bridge,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Red ruin from sleeper to sleeper,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And wreck on the bouldered ridge.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>No signal to herald my coming,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>No whistle to waken the plain;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Stand clear—I am out for patrolling!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Make way for the Armoured Train!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>I run not to time, nor to table,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I'm neither an 'Up' nor a 'Down,'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But 'Full speed ahead' is my order,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>When skirting the enemy's town.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>My mails have a backing of cordite,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>My luggage is powder and shell,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>With smoke-stack a-blazing I thunder,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A traveller's sample of Hell!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>They have laid me a mine by a culvert,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>They have loosened a bolt by a curve,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But thrice-tested steel is my muscle,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And thrice-tested brass is my nerve.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A curse for their bungling folly,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A laugh for the death-trap that fails,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A hang for the enemy's miner,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>So long as I keep to the rails.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>A cheer—and I pull from the township</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>To spy out the enemy's line;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A plunge—and I rush into darkness</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>As reckless of wreckage as mine.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And what if a rail has been lifted?</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And what if a river's unspanned?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>I fail, but I know in the failing</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I strove at the Empire's command.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>They were men who at Badajos conquered,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>They were men who for Wellington struck,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And a Man is the Man at the Throttle,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And a Man is the Man on the Truck.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Undismayed I may go to destruction.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>For I know at the end I may feel</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>I die with the men on the footplate,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I pass with my brothers in steel.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="make-your-own-arrangements"><span class="bold large">MAKE YOUR OWN ARRANGEMENTS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>When the depôt soldier's dinin' on three-quarters of a pound,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>If there's too much bone to please 'im, or the meat is extry tough,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E 'as got a chance of grousin' when 'is orficer goes round,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E can draw upon the mess-book, if 's rations ain't enough.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own arrangements!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When you're cut orf from the column, an' supplies are runnin' low,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>It ain't no 'too much fat, sir!'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But it's bread—an' glad of that, sir!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>O it's </span><em class="italics">bake</em><span> your own arrangements—out of flour—as you go!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>When the depôt soldier's on parade 'e sparkles an' 'e shines.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When the depôt soldier's drillin' 'e must make each motion 'tell.'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When the depôt soldier's marchin' 'e must march on drill-book lines.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E 'as got a drill-instructor, an' 'e does it very well.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own arrangements!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When the camp is rushed at midnight, an' you're fallin' in—to die!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>O there ain't no drill-rules set there,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But it's take your gun—an' get there!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When you make your own arrangements, you must grab your belt an' fly.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The depôt soldier's grounded in a systematic drill;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E also knows wot's 'rendezvous' an' what is 'bivouac.'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E knows the use of rifle-pits, the proper way to kill—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E understands the principles an' the'ries of attack.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own arrangements!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When you're dodgin' tons of boulder, climbin' mount'ins under fire,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' the drill-book won't assist you</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Till the fallin' rocks 'ave missed you!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>So you make your own arrangements—an' you climb a little 'igher!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>When the depôt soldier's wantin' with 'is orficer to speak,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E must 'alt two paces from 'im, an' salute before the start.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'e mustn't try to argue, an' 'e mustn't give no cheek;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' if 'is Captain slangs 'im—'e must take it in good part.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own arrangements!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When you see 'im lying wounded, all the circumstances change.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' you don't 'eed no instructions;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' you don't need introductions;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But you make your own arrangements—an' you get 'im out of range.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>When the depôt soldier sickens, when the depôt soldier dies,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E is buried by 'is comrades in the regulation style.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E is covered by an ensign of the regulation size,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'e gets a firin' party made of thirteen rank an' file.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own arrangements!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When the Colonel reads the service by a guard-room lantern light.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When in silent rows you've laid 'em</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In a trench your bay'nets made 'em,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>O, it's make your own arrangements when you bury in the night!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="ginger-james"><span class="bold large">GINGER JAMES</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A spell I 'ad to wait</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Outside the barrick gate,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>For Ginger James was passin' out as I was passin' in;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'E was only a recruit,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But I give 'im the salute,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>For I'll never git another chance of givin' it agin!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'E'd little brains, I'll swear,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Beneath 'is ginger 'air,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'Is personal attractions, well, they wasn't very large;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'E was fust in ev'ry mill,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' a foul-mouthed brute, but still</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>We'll forgive 'im all 'is drawbacks—'e 'as taken 'is discharge.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'E once got fourteen days,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For drunken, idle ways,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' the Colonel said the nasty things that colonels sometimes say;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'E called him to 'is face</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The regiment's disgrace—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But the Colonel took 'is 'at off when 'e passed 'im by to-day.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>For days 'e used to dwell</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Inside a guard-room cell,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Where they put the darbies on 'im for a 'owlin' savage brute;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>But as by the guard 'e went</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>They gave 'im the present,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The little bugler sounded off the 'General Salute.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The band turned out to play</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Poor Ginger James away;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'Is Captain an' 'is Company came down to see 'im off;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' thirteen file an' rank,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>With three rounds each of blank;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'e rode down on a carriage, like a bloomin' city toff!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'E doesn't want no pass,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E's journeying first-class;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'Is trav'lling rug's a Union Jack, which isn't bad at all;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The tune the drummers play</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>It ain't so very gay,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But a rather slow selection, from a piece that's known as 'Saul.'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="her-majesty-has-been-pleased"><span class="bold large">'HER MAJESTY HAS BEEN PLEASED—'</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Wot a crowd of people!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Wot a sea of faces!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'Ow the ladies' parasols are glist'nin' in the sun!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Troops in 'open order,'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Captains in their places.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Wish the day was over, and I wish the job was done!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Wot a lot of civvies!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Mus' be 'arf the city!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Like a mob on Boxing-night outside Drury Lane!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Ain't it perfect weather?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>More's the blessed pity!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Wish instead of sunshine it was pourin' 'ard o' rain!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Comes of bein' famous—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Mentioned in despatches!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Comes of me a-carrying the Major to the rear!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Empty stomach fighting—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Getting sleep by snatches!—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'Ow the troops must cuss me for a-keeping them out 'ere!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'Ow the people eye me,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Like a choice chrysanth'um!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'Ow this collar's chokin' me!—Lord! I'm feelin' sick!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Troops are at the 'shoulder'—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Pre-sent'—there's the anthem!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'Ow I 'ope 'er Majesty will get it over quick!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Wonder if I'm dusty?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Elmet feels lopsided!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Chuck a chest for 'Eaven's sake! </span><em class="italics">Lord</em><span>, I'm feelin' queer!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Twenty times they've brushed me,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Twice 'ave I been tidied,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Yet I'm feelin' mucky still. Private Jawkins? 'ERE!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Face the lan-dow panels,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Dumbly; likewise blindly,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Seein' in a sorter mist a lady dressed in black:</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'Ear 'er sof'ly talkin'.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Thanks, mum, thank you kindly!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Saw the Major fallin', and I 'ad to take 'im back!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Thank you, mum—your 'Ighness—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Majesty, I mean, mum!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'M sure I'm much obliged to you for this 'ere pretty Cross!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Bless you, you're a lady!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Mean you are the Queen, mum!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>On'y picked the Major up an' shoved 'im on an 'orse!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'Saw our Sub go under,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Alf 'is men around 'im</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Cut to bits—an' 'im so young,—yes mum, very sad.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Yes mum, 'e was buried</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In the place we found 'im.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Thank you, mum,—your Majesty (God, I'm feelin' bad!)</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="arthur"><span class="bold large">ARTHUR</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>'Oo's the Gen'ral 'ere? sez I;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'Oo's the Gen'ral 'ere?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, so you 'aven't got</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>nothin' to fear.'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But 'e marched me 'ere, an' 'e marched me there,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To burn blank cartridges everywhere;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'e made me sweat, an' 'e made me swear—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Did Arthur!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Wot can the Gen'ral do? sez I;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Wot can the Gen'ral do?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'O, 'e 's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, an' 'e don't know</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>much about </span><em class="italics">you</em><span>!'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But 'e doubled me round on a big field day:</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'e checked me for loafin'—a mile away!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' I found there's a time for work an' play</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>With Arthur!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Wot 'as the Gen'ral done, sez I?</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Wot 'as the Gen'ral done?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, an' they chucked 'im 'is</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>rank for fun!'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But that was a lie, for I found out since</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E's ninepence a soldier an' thruppence a prince!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E stood fire in Egypt, an' 'e didn't wince!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Not Arthur!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Wot does the Gen'ral know? sez I;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Wot does the Gen'ral know?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, an' 'e 's on'y</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>got up for show!'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But I 'chanced' kit inspection, an' thought it a 'cert.';</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But 'e put me down, smart, for a tunic an' shirt!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An', insult to injury—checked me for dirt!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Did Arthur!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>'Ow is 'e liked by you? sez I;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'Ow is 'e liked by you?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, but I reckon</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>some'ow 'e'll do!'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>I'm willin' to risk, as I've done before,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A Fox 'Ills fight, or a native war,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Or front rank man in an Army Corps,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>With Arthur!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Wot is 'e, after all? sez I;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Wot is 'e, after all?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'O, 'e's a swaddle, the same as you, an' 'e goes to the</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>"orficers' call"!'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'E's a gentleman, Tommy, when all's said an' done!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Is ma is the lady 'oo 's second to none,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' we love 'er the better because of 'er son—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>That's Arthur!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="legacies"><span class="bold large">LEGACIES</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The dog is yours; and so's the photo frames,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Them pictures wot I cut, an' my new box.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The pack of cards, the dominoes, an' games,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The knittin' needles, an' the knitted socks,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' all, except the letters and the ring—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You'll find them all together tied with string.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>My public clothin'—that goes back to stores—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>My kit'll sell by auction on the square;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' other fellers will be 'formin' fours'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'markin' time' in boots I used to wear.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>They're welcome; but you won't forget to send</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The ring an' all the letters to my——friend?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The pain ain't near so bad as wot it were</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The day they dragged me from the limber wheels;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Ain't I a wreck! for God's sake don't tell 'er;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Say it was fever—peaceful—in the 'ills;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' write about the wreaths, the 'Jack,' and band,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An'—send a bit of hair: you understand?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The ring—— Oh no, the doctor lets me talk,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I ain't a-tirin'—'cept a funny light,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' just a feelin' that I'd like to walk</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>To where it seems to flicker in the night.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Better for me to go with aching 'ead,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Than go in trouble with my say unsaid.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The ring—it ain't long since she sent it back;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I never meant no 'arm, God only knows,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But things—I can't tell now—looked very black,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And she believed the others—I suppose,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>I'm sorry for 'er now—that cursed wheel!—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You see she is a woman, an' she'll </span><em class="italics">feel</em><span>.</span></div> -<div class="line"> </div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>* * * * *</span></div> -<div class="line"> </div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The dog is yours, I told you that before.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The spurs you'll find 'em in my private kit.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The letters, an' the ring, an' nothin' more,—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">An'</em><span> hair—it's foolish—but a little bit.</span></div> -<div class="line"> </div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>* * * * *</span></div> -<div class="line"> </div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'Our Father'—Lord, how strange! It's all—ri'—sir.</span></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">The—lett—an—th'—ring—an'—hair—for—'er!</em></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="t-a-in-love"><span class="bold large">T. A. IN LOVE</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Sittin' with my elbow on my knee.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I </span><em class="italics">orter</em><span> be a polishin' the meat-dish an' the can—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(I </span><em class="italics">orter</em><span> draw the groceries—for I am ord'ly man!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But wot are bloomin' ration calls, an' wot's a pot or pan,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When I'm dreaming O my darlin' one, of thee?)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Firin' at the rifle range I be.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I've missed a fust-class targit—an' I've missed the 'ill be'ind!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I nearly shot a marker once! (which wasn't very kind);</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The orficer 'e swears at me—but re'ly, I don't mind!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I am dreamin', O my darlin' one, of thee!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Me, as was the smartest man in 'B'!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>My kit is all untidy, and it's inches thick in dust;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' my rifle's fouled an' filthy, an' my bay'nit's red with rust;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>They've tried to find the reason—but I've seen 'em furder fust!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' they never guess I'm dreamin', dear, of thee!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>They can't make out wot's comin' over me.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The fellows think I'm barmy, an' the Major thinks it's drink,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The Sergeant thought it laziness, so shoved me in the clink!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The Colonel called it 'thoughtlessness,' so gave me time to think,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' to dream again, my darlin' one, of thee!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Wot's two 'ours' sentry-go to me?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A sittin' in the sentry-box, a-thinkin' of your eyes,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The ord'ly orficer come along, an' took me by surprise!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E said as I was sleepin'—an' the usual orfice lies!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When I was on'y dreamin', love, of thee!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Rubbin' tarry oakum on my knee!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Oh, when I weigh that oakum in, I know I'll cop it 'ot!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I'll be 'auled before the Gov'nor, an' I'll git an 'our's shot;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But whether I git punishment, or whether I do not,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>They can't prevent me dreamin', love, of thee!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="tommy-advises"><span class="bold large">TOMMY ADVISES</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Take your rifle from the rack:</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Take your bay'nit from the shelf;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Clean your straps for marchin' order,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' git ready for the Border.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For it ain't no sham attack,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>So you needn't kid yourself.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>It's a ball an' bay'nit action</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>With the perfect satisfaction</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Of a medal, an' a ribbon, and perhaps a clasp or two.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For a-doin' of the little job your betters couldn't do.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Pack your socks, an' fold your shirt,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Wash your water-bottle out,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>It'll make your marchin' easy</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>If your boots are nice an' greasy,—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' some dubbin wouldn't 'urt.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You can chuck your weight about;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There's an 'appy day before you,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When the civvies will adore you,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And the things wot used to shock 'em will be favoured with a smile.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And your little faults an' failin's won't be noticed for a while.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Git a guernsey out of store—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Winter's very cold above,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' the wind an' rain will find you</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>If you leave your clothes behind you!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Trust your pretty self before</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Any Quartermaster's love;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For there's no store to go unto</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' no tailors' shops to run to;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>For it ain't no ten days' skirmish these manoeuvres wot you're in,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' a little flannel weskit 'ides a multitood of skin!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Write your letters for the mail;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Tell your people all the news—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For your folks'll prize the writin'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Of 'my son who's out a-fightin'.'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Don't you spin an awful tale,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Just to give your mother blues,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For the day the boys are cryin'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'List o' wounded, dead and dyin'!'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Will be tons of time for them at 'ome to feel a trifle blue,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When they see a dozen Smiths are killed—and wonder which is you!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-number-one"><span class="bold large">THE NUMBER ONE</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The number one, 'e's on the bridge,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There's goin' to be a row,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The Gold Coast is upon our port,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An', 'ull down, on our bow;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Makin' for 'ome for all she's worth—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A slaver's bloomin' dhow!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The number one is on the bridge,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The buntin' tosser's aft;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' down below, in the 'eat an' glow,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The men are at their graft.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>They've peeled their shirts, to get the steam,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To over-'aul that craft.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The number one is in command,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The skipper's sick below,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A touch o' fever from the coast,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'As made the old man so;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But 'e's passed the word to the engineer,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'For Gawd's sake make 'er go!'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The 'gen'ral quarters' sounded orf,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The bugler's made a call</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(A call that means the 'red' marines,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>With fifty rounds of ball,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Are goin' to git a medal an' clasp,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Or an ensign for a pall!)</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The number one is on the bridge,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The sun is low an' red!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' shot an' shell, like fiends of 'ell,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Are shriekin' round 'is 'ead,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' three marines are crippled,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' their sergeant-major's dead!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The number one is on the bridge,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The dhow's a battered sight;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Er rascal chief 'as come to grief;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E's fought 'is final fight,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But the number one lies on the bridge,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'is face is ghastly white.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>A smile is on 'is bloodless lips,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Is sword 'angs from 'is wrist,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And a lock of 'air of a maiden fair.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Is clasped in 'is bloodstained fist,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But 'e'll meet 'er at the great roll-call,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When they muster by 'open list'!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="britannia-to-her-first-born"><span class="bold large">BRITANNIA TO HER FIRST-BORN</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>I am no maiden, highly strung,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To faint, when bloody death is nigh.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I have not lived, by might of tongue</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Nor by vain boastings, wind-wide flung!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But on fame's endless ladder, I</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Have fought my way, from rung to rung!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>I am no fretful, whimp'ring miss;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I am a woman, learned of years.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And once I felt your baby kiss:</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Your bliss for me had greater bliss!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Your youthful sorrows had my tears.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>O son o' mine, remember this!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Your foes were mine, in those dear days:</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Your friends were kind, and kin to me.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>We parted—so, we will not raise</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The long dead years. We went our ways,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I, brooding by the cold grey sea;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You, pride-flushed, with your new-won bays!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The years have passed; it does but seem</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>As yester-eve you left my side.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I journeyed with you, dream on dream—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I heard your great war eagle's scream!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And on sweet Progress, your fair bride,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I saw the sun of Fortune's beam!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>I mourned your follies, word and deed;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I watched your rising, when you rose,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>By sober prayer, by Cross and Bead;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Until you found that greater Creed,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That in the broader channel flows,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The lowly truths, that higher lead!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>You are my son, and born of me.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>My laws of Right are Laws to you</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Whose hands were stained in blood, to be</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The hands that set the slave-man free!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And now, again, you dare and do—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For Justice, and Humanity!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The days to be are big with Fate!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Go fight your battle, Son o' mine:</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And State to Shire, and Shire to State,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Its better self shall dedicate!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>So, let the wily foe combine,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Whilst, hand-locked, heart-locked, we can wait!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="tommy-to-his-laureate"><span class="bold large">TOMMY TO HIS LAUREATE</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span>(CAPETOWN, </span><em class="italics">January</em><span> 25, 1898.)</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>O good-mornin', Mister Kiplin'! You are welcome to our shores:</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To the land of millionaires and potted meat:</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To the country of the 'fonteins' (we 'ave got no 'bads' or 'pores'),</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To the place where di'monds lay about the street</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>At your feet;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>To the 'unting-ground of raiders indiscreet.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>I suppose you know this station, for you sort of keep in touch</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>With Tommy wheresoever 'e may go;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' you know our 'bat's' a shandy, made of 'Ottentot an' Dutch,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>It's a language which is 'ideous an' low,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Don't you know</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>That it's 'Wacht-een-beitje' 'stead of ''Arf a mo'?'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>We should like to come an' meet you, but we can't without a pass;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Even then we'd 'ardly like to make a fuss;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For out 'ere, they've got a notion that a Tommy isn't class;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E's a sort of brainless animal, or wuss!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Vicious cuss!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>No, they don't expect intelligence from us.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>You 'ave met us in the tropics, you 'ave met us in the snows;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But mostly in the Punjab an' the 'Ills.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You 'ave seen us in Mauritius, where the naughty cyclone blows.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You 'ave met us underneath a sun that kills,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' we grills!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' I ask you, do we fill the bloomin' bills?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Since the time when Tommy's uniform was musketoon an' wig,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There 'as always been a bloke wot 'ad a way</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Of writin' of the Glory an' forgettin' the fatig',</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Oo saw 'im in 'is tunic day by day,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Smart an' gay,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' forgot about the smallness of his pay!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>But you're </span><em class="italics">our</em><span> partic'lar author, you're our patron an' our friend,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You're the poet of the cuss-word an' the swear,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You're the poet of the people, where the red-mapped lands extend,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You're the poet of the jungle an' the lair,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' compare,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>To the ever-speaking voice of everywhere!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>There are poets wot can please you with their primrose-vi'let lays,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There are poets wot can drive a man to drink;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But it takes a 'pukka' poet, in a Patriotic Craze,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To make a chortlin' nation squirm an' shrink,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Gasp an' blink;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'eedless, thoughtless people stop an' think!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Yes, the 'and wot banged the banjo an' made Tommy comic songs,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Oo wrote of Empires, 'Lion's 'Ead to Line,'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Oo found an 'idden poem in M'Andrew's Injin gongs,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Was the checkin' 'and wot gave the warnin' sign,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>In a line—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>That gave the people soda after wine.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-mission-that-failed"><span class="bold large">THE MISSION THAT FAILED</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Our troop was encamped by the side of a stream</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' a very smart troop were we.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>We 'ad Cavalry orficers—straight from town,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' we escorted Mister Commissioner Brown,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Commissioner Brown, C.B.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' we 'eard that the Governor put 'im down,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>For a spare K.C.M.G.!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>We wos camped near by to a border town,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>On the borders of Creegerland—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A very despotic, republican state—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' there we 'ad got the order to wait,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But why, we did not understand.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>So we bedded our 'orses, an' cussed at our fate</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>(For you can't cuss the man in command).</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>One mornin' sez Mister Commissioner Brown,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Sez 'e to the 'ole parade,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'I've bin inspired by a dream just now—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I can't say why, an' I can't say 'ow—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But a voice in my dream it said,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>"O in Joannistown there's a deuce of a row</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And badly they want your aid!"'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Now Joannistown is in Creegerland,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Which same is a friendly state.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' it isn't no joke—which is puttin' it fine—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>To pass without notice the border-post sign;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But we did it, as I will relate.—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>We really intended to drop 'em a line!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But we 'adn't got time to wait.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>We 'ad ridden some miles into Creegerland</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>When Commissioner Brown, C.B.,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'E called an 'alt,—which a troop requires,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>For a man, 'e tires, as 'is 'orse perspires,—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'e sez to the troop, sez 'e,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'About ten miles from 'ere are some telegraph wires,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' a very good thought struck me.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>'For fear of my dream bein' misunderstood</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' the evil constructions of liars!—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>For fear of alarmin' the dear farmers' wives</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' disturbin' the quiet an' peace of their lives,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>I think we will sever them wires!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' I'll give somethin' 'andsome to 'im 'oo contrives</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>To cut off the current—with pliers!'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>An' Michael M'Carty, Lance-Corp'ral was 'e,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Right guide to a section of 'A,'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Started orf on the job, an' we whispered a cheer,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' we each gave the beggar our flasks—full of beer—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>To 'elp for to lighten 'is way!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>We gave 'im cheap drinks—though it was very dear</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>When it came round to settling day!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>M'Carty 'e rode, an' M'Carty 'e swilled,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' M'Carty got big in the 'ead,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Till 'e couldn't tell telegraph poles from trees,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'e wandered around, sorter go-as-you-please</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Till 'is wonderin' wanderin's led</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>To the wires—of a fence! an' reclinin' at ease</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'E cut up these wasters instead!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>It's all over now: an' Brown 'e got jugged,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And the Burghers of Creegerland knowed.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>They licked us to fits in a sweet little fight,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' the King of Jerusalem wired 'is delight!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' the Laureate wrote us an Ode!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' Europe got ready for action that night</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'Cos M'Carty got drunk on the road!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>M'Carty's a thief, M'Carty's a beast,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' M'Carty is likewise a liar!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'E went an' got drunk, which 'e shouldn't 'ave done;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'E went an' got drunk, an' 'e spoilt the 'ole fun:</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' the moral to them wot conspire</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Is, </span><em class="italics">Don't send a beer-swilling son of a gun</em></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">When you're cuttin a telegraph wire!</em></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-prayer"><span class="bold large">THE PRAYER</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>O God of Battles! Lord of Might!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A sentry, in the silent night,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I, 'oo 'ave never prayed,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Kneel on the dew-damp sands, to say,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>O see me through the comin' day—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But, please remember, though I pray,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>That I am not afraid!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>O God of Battles! Lord of Might!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'Ere in the dusky, starry light,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>My inner self I've weighed;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' I 'ave seen my guilt an' sin;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I'm black as black can be, within,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But though I would forgiveness win,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>It ain't 'cos I'm afraid!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>O God of Battles! Lord of Might!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Keep me, to-morrow, in Your sight!—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Far 'ave I erred an' strayed.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>I've flaunted You, with gibe an' sneer,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>At 'ome, with chums to laugh and cheer,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But now, I am alone—out 'ere!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>But still I ain't afraid!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>O God of Battles! Lord of Might!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The en'my's camp-fires twinkle bright.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>To-morrow, Lord, Your aid;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The canteen was my Sunday-school:</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The drill-book was my Golden Rule;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Wot are they now? O 'elpless fool!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>But still, I'm not afraid!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>O God of Battles! Lord of Might!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The price of every thoughtless slight</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>To-morrow will be paid!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A voice is whisp'rin' to my 'eart—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A voice that makes me sweat an' start!—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'To-morrow, soul an' soldier part!'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>But I—I'm not afraid!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>O God of Battles! Lord of Might!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'Ere, in the silence of the night,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>My 'umble prayer is prayed!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>All life an' death are one to you!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>If I must die—O 'elp me to!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In that last moment, see me through—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>My God! I </span><em class="italics">am</em><span> afraid!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="cease-fire"><span class="bold large">CEASE FIRE</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The fight was done an hour ago:</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The whole brigade has fallen back,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And I've been wand'rin' to and fro,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A-askin' any—white or black,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Say—have you seen my brother, Jack?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>His troop was first in the attack!'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>I should have seen him here by now:</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An hour ago the 'cease fire' went.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>He isn't wounded any'ow,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'Cos with the stretcher squads I went,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' all my other time I've spent</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A-hangin' round the doctor's tent.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Among the huddled, fallen men</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I picked a way across the plain.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>I got a dozen yards, an' then</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Came back for fear I'd turn my brain....</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The mangled horrors of the slain!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>O Christ! I can't go </span><em class="italics">there</em><span> again!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Say, have </span><em class="italics">you</em><span> seen my brother Jack?</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Don't know! an' damn you, don't much care!—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But 'scuse me, chum, a-talkin' back,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I'm sorter flustered with the glare.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>These sands are hot, an' so's the air—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Perhaps he's doin' guard somewhere!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Old mother said before we went,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'Be sure you keep him in your sight'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>(Not knowin' what a campaign meant).</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'Don't let him stay out late o' night!'—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I wonder if he funked the fight</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' bolted. O pray God he might!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>They're layin' out our dead just now,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>He can't be——, no, that—that ain't sense,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' when he comes there'll be a row!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A-keepin' me in this suspense!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis here our line of killed commence,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I'll sorter look—for make-pretence!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Pretendin' some one's here I know—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I'm half inclined to turn aback—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But one by one, along I go,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And see the crimson clottin' black....</span></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">His troop was first in the attack!</em></div> -<div class="line"><span>What! Jack! Is this—this Thing our Jack?</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="tommy-s-autograph"><span class="bold large">TOMMY'S AUTOGRAPH</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>I 'ad lorst my situation, an' the girl she got the 'ump,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' the naggin' of my muvver nearly drove me orf my chump.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>So I 'oofed it down to Woolwich, to the old recruitin' starf,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' they give to me a paper for to fix my autygrarf!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Just to fix my autygrarf!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Lor' you should a 'eard me larf!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>For the blessed Sergeant-Major wos a tryin' on 'is chaff.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Didn't mind the Doctor's soundin's,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Nor 'is soap an' water barf!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But the fing as knocked me silly wos that bloomin' autygrarf!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>I wos took before the colonel, an' I took a Bible oaf</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That I'd serve my Queen an' country, an' be square unto them boaf.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Then they got a printed paper, an' this Colonel on the starf</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Sez, 'You'll kindly read this over, an' affix your autygrarf!'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>To affix my autygrarf!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Larf! You orter 'eard me larf!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Signin' fings like ''Enry Irvin,' Knight Commornder of the Barf!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Made me want to do a swagger</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Like a Piccadilly calf!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>On'y fancy! People wantin' Tommy Atkins' autygrarf!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Then I signs my name an' birfplace, an' the county I wos from,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' I dots the 'i' in Atkins, an' I crorst the 't' in tom.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A recruit is wurf a dollar, an' the sergeant gets an 'arf;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Just for 'andin' me a paper for to put my autygrarf!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Just to put my autygrarf!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Larf? You should 'ave 'eard them larf!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>From the colonel wiv 'is spurs on, to the sergeant in 'is scarf.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>When I sez, 'Wot's this for, mister?'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Sez the colonel, 'Go to Barf!'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'Don't you know the Queen is anxious for to get your autygrarf?'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>I 'ave autygrarfed for clobber, I 'ave autygrarfed for pay;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I 'ave signed it wiv a flourish, I 'ave signed it wiv a 'j'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>On an Army Temperance pledge-book</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>(O the straight an' narrer parf!)—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>To a 'drunk' fine in the pay list, I've affixed my autygrarf!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Wot a name! An autygrarf!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Nuff to drive a feller darf;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Callin' Christian name an 'auty' an' the uvver name a 'grarf,'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Writin' in a pocket-ledger—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Stead of album bound in calf—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'Doo to soldier: Nil' (that's Latin), an' your bloomin' autygrarf!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="at-the-brink"><span class="bold large">AT THE BRINK!</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis now, as we tighten the girth,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis now, as we buckle the sword,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>When bitterness hardens our mirth,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis now that we seek you, O Lord!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Give us hope now the future is black,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>From fatuous arrogance ward—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The words that we cannot hold back!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Give peace in our time, O Lord!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>You know of the hate—folly born;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>You know of the wrath—money bred;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The impotent rage, and the scorn,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The trust and the faith that are dead.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Lest sorrow should spring from the land—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The crop of the seed of the sword—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>O, stay the imperious hand;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Give peace in our time, O Lord!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis good when the man loves the land,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis good when he falls for his creed,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But woe to the hate that is fanned</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>By folly begotten of greed.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>When the weak become foolishly strong,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>When peoples, unwitting, applaud,—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The folly wrought wrong—still is wrong!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Give peace in our time, O Lord!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>When the voice in the senate is stilled;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>When the councillor speaks in a tent;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>When the lands are untended, untilled;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>What use if the stubborn relent?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>What gain will the simpleton's shame,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The shrifts and lamentings, afford?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>To-day, on their conduct, the blame;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Give peace in our time, O Lord!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Give peace: that is rooted in Right.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Give peace: that is strengthened by Grace.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Give peace: that we stand in your sight,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Thrice over a justified race.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis peace—and with honour—we need,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And the child of our child shall award</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The praise for our failing, or deed.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Give peace in our time, O Lord!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-king-of-oojee-moojee"><span class="bold large">THE KING OF OOJEE-MOOJEE</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>We 'ave stowed our ammunition, we 'ave taken in our store,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' our very last instructions we 'ave 'ad by semy-fore;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The Flagship's made a signal, 'We wish you all success,'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' we're off to Oojee-Moojee on the armoured cruiser 'Bess.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">For the King of Oojee-Moojee</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Is a-comin of 'is tricks,</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">'E's cheeked the English Consul,</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">An 'e's chucked 'is wooden bricks.</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">'E won't do kindergarden,</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">An' 'e's done 'is lessons wrong;</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Altogether Oojee-Moojee</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Is a-comin' of it strong!</em></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>An' the Point is miles be'ind us, an' 'eadquarters furder still;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>We've exchanged a friendly greetin' wi' the bloke on Signal 'Ill;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>We are off to Oojee-Moojee, an' we cannot be detained,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For relations dip-lo-matic 'ave become a trifle strained!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Now the King of Oojee-Moojee is a little coloured kid;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'e rules some thousand niggers, an' 'e does as 'e is bid!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For the Government of England, with 'is interests in view,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'As civilised 'is country—an' collects 'is revenue!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>For the King wot reigned afore 'im was an 'eathen nigger thief,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>So we sent a missionary, for to teach 'im our belief.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(To prevent misunderstandin's, an' avoid unpleasant scenes,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>We likewise sent an 'Otchkiss, an' a 'undred red marines.)</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>'E wouldn't take our gospel, an' unpleasantness arose,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Which cost six whites, and niggermen proportionate to those;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' we left the King a-swingin' from a 'Lyptus tree above,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Just to show as there was iron underneath the velvet glove.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Then our skipper very kindly did an 'andsome sort of thing,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For 'e made a proclamation that the nevvy of the King—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A funny little kiddy, with a sat-on sorter face—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Should rule the Oojee-Moojee, an' should take 'is uncle's place.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>So we dressed 'im up in velvets, an' we fed 'im up on buns,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' we gave 'is bit of buntin' a salute of twenty guns,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' we gave to 'im a doctor for to cure 'is chills an' croups;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>With a tutor, an' a gen'ral for to organise 'is troops.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>So 'is tutor taught 'im manners, an' the way to part 'is 'air,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' the gen'ral, in 'is spare time, taught 'im proper ways to sware;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The doctor, to complete 'im, was a-teaching him to mill—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When 'is 'ighness put the veto on the Education Bill.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Then 'e cheeked the British Consul!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Then 'e cussed the doctor's wife!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'e chased 'is good, kind tutor, with a bloomin' carvin' knife;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Tore 'is books an' burnt 'is grammar (said they wasn't good for 'ealf),</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Boned some whisky from the General, an' unchristianised 'isself!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">So, we're bound for Oojee-Moojee,</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">An we mus'n't be detained;</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">For relations dip-lo-matic</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">'Ave become a trifle strained:</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">'Situations complicated'—</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">'Warship ordered to the scene!'—</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Just because a nigger kiddy's</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Playin' truant with the Queen!</em></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-song-of-the-town"><span class="bold large">THE SONG OF THE TOWN</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Sing hey! for the sand-freckled plain;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Sing ho! for the flower-flushed valley;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A song for the ship-sprinkled main,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And the sports where the wanderers rally,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A song for the lawn sloping down—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The lawn with its terrace and fountain,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But here's a song of the square white Town</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>By the mist-wrapped, cloud-capped mountain!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The whitewashed, square-cut town,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>By the grey-green wind-swept sea;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The moving throng,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And the motor gong,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>These sing the song for me!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Sing hey! for the Town and its folk,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The comers, the goers, the stayers;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The just arrived waster, dead-broke,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The homeward-bound mummers and players;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The white man suspiciously dark!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The trooper-man, newly recruited;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The hand-bagged and frock-coated clerk,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The pioneer corded and booted!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The motley-peopled town!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Its raw and cultured folk,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Live, work, and play</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Twixt Mount and Bay,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And bear one equal yoke.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Sing hey! for the Town, and its dress,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The garbs of the twenty-one nations:</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The Kafir in blanket—and less,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The lady in Paris 'creations';</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The-man-about-town, rather loud,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The nigger in checks somewhat rasher;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Here, fez to the turban is bow'd,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>There, top-hat comes off to the 'smasher.'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The particoloured town,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where plush and broadcloth meet:</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Where Islam's green</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And Worth-wrought sheen</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Rub textures in the street!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Sing hey! for the Town, as a town,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A song of its bricks and its plaster;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The slum that is mouldering down—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The mansion that's rising the faster.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Sing hey! for its one-storied past,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Be-flagged, and be-stoeped, and be-whitened;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Its five-storied future more vast,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Its breadth to be broadened and heightened.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The grim old, prim old town,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A brand-new vestment wears,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And arc-lights purr</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where blue-gums were,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And the blanket-Kafir stares!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="by-simon-s-bay"><span class="bold large">BY SIMON'S BAY</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>In the mountain fold</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>By the green-blue bay,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where the waves are flecked</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>By the evening gold</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>At the close of day;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And the berg is decked</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>With a film of grey,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And the mountain's frown</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>On the darkening town—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>My mem'ries stray.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>By the fringing beach,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>By the restless wave,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Is the straggling town,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And its limits reach</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>From the highest place</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>By the mountain's crown</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To the mountain's base—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where the waters lave.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Hopeful Town</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>By the Cape of Hope;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>By the sandy slope</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where the Hills look down;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>By the wind-swept kloof—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>On the barrack, grim:</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>On the whitened roof,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>On the garden trim:</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>On the restless Bay</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where the sea-fowl whirls</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And the spume-dust swirls</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To the Zephyr's whim—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>At the close of day.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Darkening Bay,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where ever lay</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Alert to slip</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>From leashes taut</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A blood-flecked hound</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In the pale lean ship;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And where the sound</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Of echoing boom</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>From far away</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Is a full-mouthed bay,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>As the quarry's found.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Mournful bay</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In green and grey,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I've thought on you</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>This many a day.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-squire"><span class="bold large">THE SQUIRE</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Sir John of the Isles,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E stood on 'is lands,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' looked round 'is large estates:</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The lands of waste, an' the lands of corn;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The rose-clad lands, an' the lands of thorn;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' 'is many gun guarded gates.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Sir John of the Isles,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E sez to T.A.,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'E sez to T.A., sez 'e,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Oh, you an' your chum, the sailor-man,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Must scour the country as far as you can</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For you are gamekeepers to me.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Sir John of the Isles,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E sez to the swells—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The Downing Street frock-coated crew—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'You are stewards of mine, on Colonial land,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' my tenants, with seventeen guns an' a band,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Shall pay their respects unto you!'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Sez John of the Isles</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To one of the swells,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'Near the lands where you're goin' to Be</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Is the dusty estate of a crotchety cuss,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Oo from time to time causes a great deal of fuss,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For 'e thinks 'e's better nor me.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Sez John of the Isles,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'The tenants 'e rules</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Are a very peculiar lot.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Is bailifs are 'Ollanders, chock full of guile,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' they run the estate in a Guy-foxy style.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Which is Dynamite, Treason and Plot!'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Sez John of the Isles,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Don't mind 'is remarks,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>For the land which is 'is—it was mine;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But 'e took it to Law in a court rather grim,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' a kopje-'id jury decided for 'im!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' awarded the land as a fine.'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Sir John of the Isles,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'E sez to the swell,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>'You're a gentleman, breedin' an birth,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An' in case of a row, without losin' your 'ead,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You may take my gamekeepers, an' mark 'is land red!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>On the survey-map of the Earth!'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-sea-nation"><span class="bold large">THE SEA-NATION</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>We rose, a people of the sea,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Nursed by the wind, and rocked by wave.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Our hard, rock-founded history,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Was born from stories of our brave.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And northern ice-blasts steeled our frames</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When war was but the best of games.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>We saw a Roman Empire fall,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And fell; but falling, learned to rise.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>We heard the voice of Progress call,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And in our folly we were wise:</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>When Briton, Saxon, Norman, Dane,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Bequeathed their progeny the main.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And conquered joined with conqueror;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And Norman fire, with Saxon zeal</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Combined; we swept the world before</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The twanging bow, and clanging steel.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Tyrants unmurm'ring bore our yoke,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And braggarts thought before they spoke.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Then Iron Might took Right to wife;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And lo! our liberty was born!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>We revelled in the newer life</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>When King was mated by a pawn.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Men lived between, of mighty worth;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>From Montfort's death to Cromwell's birth.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>We bore the arrogance of kings,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>But bravèd death in fear of God.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>We rose from great, to greater things.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The weak grew potent at our nod.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And nations watched the scales of Fate,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To see where England threw her weight!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>We took our seed to other climes,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And from it sprang by divers seas,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An Oak—that grew among the Limes!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An Oak—among the Blue-gum trees!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The Cactus left the land because</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The Acorn brought its ordered laws.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And like a giant, bearing stings</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Of gnats, who joy to see him wince,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>We stand—the envy of the kings</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Despised by every petty prince!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Who know, that while enduring yet,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>We bear—but we do not forget.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>We lived, and live! The world shall see</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An inextinguishable flame.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The nations fade; but we shall be!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>When Gaul and Teuton are a name!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>For us the seven seas in one:</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For landlocked hordes—oblivion.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="nature-fails"><span class="bold large">NATURE FAILS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>You can eas'ly understand</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That the green of medder-land</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Doesn't strike the bloke that 'as to push the roller;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' Nature at the best,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When you put 'er to the test,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Undiluted, is a very poor consoler.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' the blue of summer skies</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'As no beauties for the eyes</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Of defaulters on parade in marchin' order;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' the rainiest of morns</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Brings no feelin's—'cept to corns,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Of a feller pickin' oakum with a warder.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Wot's the beauty of the spot,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When you're bein' drilled with shot?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Wot is Nature when you're checked for bein' dirty?</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' eternity's a blank</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To a feller on the crank,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>When ev'ry blessed minute seems like thirty!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Bein' punished for your deeds,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>On fatig' a-pickin' weeds,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Can a bloke admire the beauties of the clover?</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Does the sunset on the 'ills</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Give defaulters any thrills</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Except to know the day is nearly over.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Bein' frog-marched to the clink,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Does a feller stop to think</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>On the grass before 'is eyes so swif'ly runnin',</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'Ow that ev'ry single blade</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Is most wonderfully made</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Wiv a skill beyond all artificial cunnin'?</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' you cannot pant for wars</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When you're scrubbin' barrack floors,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Or get inspired on bully-beef an' biscuit:</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>It requires a poet's soul</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When a feller's cartin' coal</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>To think 'isself in danger, an' to risk it.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Does a feller care a D—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For the friskin' of a lamb,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>When 'e 'as to watch the friskin' thro' a gratin'?</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Does the lowin' of the 'erds,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Or the twitterin' of the birds,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Soothe a feller when for punishment 'e's waitin'?</span></div> -<div class="line"> </div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>L' ENVOI</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>In the deepest pits of 'Ell,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where the worst defaulters dwell</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>(Charcoal devils used as fuel as you require 'em),</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>There's some lovely coloured rays,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Pyrotechnical displays:</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">But you can't expect the burnin' to admire 'em!</em></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-colonel-s-garden"><span class="bold large">THE COLONEL'S GARDEN</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>There are gardins, an' there's gardins,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Some are good, an' some are not.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>There are gardins in a glass 'ouse</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Where the air is allus 'ot.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But whether on a winder-ledge,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Or in a flower-pot,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>I'll back our Colonel's gardin</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>For to lick the bilin' lot.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>There are gardners, </span><em class="italics">an'</em><span> there's gardners,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Some are great, an' some are small.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Some could change a bloomin' brickfield</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>To a Covent Gard'n ball!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>There are some 'oo couldn't 'ardly</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Fix a creeper to a wall!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But I'll back our Colonel's gardner,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Jerry Jordan, 'gin 'em all!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>O the flowers they are lovely!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' the roses they are fair;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' the daisies they are winkin'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Thro' a lash of maiden-'air!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' the lilies, tall an' naked—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Tho' it's little that they care!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' the garden—under Jerry—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Is a place beyond compare!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>There are flowers bloomin' early,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>There are flowers bloomin' late;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>There is 'oneysuckle climbin'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>On the porchway, by the gate.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>There's some cress an' mustard growin'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>On a commissairy plate!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>O the garden it is lovely—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>That's when Jerry's on the straight!</span></div> -<div class="line"> </div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>* * * * *</span></div> -<div class="line"> </div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>O the garden it's neglected.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' the pinks 'ave ceased to pink,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' the petals they are droppin',</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' the blooms they bend and sink.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>O the flowers they are fadin'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Now that Jerry's took to drink!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>O the flowers they're neglected—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Jerry Jordan's in the clink!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>For the flowers will not blossom,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' they don't give out no smells,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The convul'vus it is weepin'</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>From its verigated bells.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' the lily's in hysterics,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' she faints away in spells:</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>O there's weepin', an' there's wailin'—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Jerry Jordan's doin' cells!</span></div> -<div class="line"> </div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>* * * * *</span></div> -<div class="line"> </div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>O the path is rolled an' gravelled,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>An' the gardin's fresh as rain,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' the weeds that strewed the borders</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>They no longer there remain.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' the flowers they are smilin',</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>For they're out of all their pain;</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>An' the bees they 'um for gladness—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Jerry Jordan's out again!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-people-to-cecil-john-rhodes-july-18-1899"><span class="bold large">THE PEOPLE TO CECIL JOHN RHODES,</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span>JULY 18, 1899</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>By the bond that binds the scattered folk to home,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>We have come.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>By the love to dear old England which you bear—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And we share,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>By the knowledge of the Empire you extend—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Britain's friend!—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>We are gathered, many thousand people, to</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Welcome you!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>We are strangers drawn together by one tie,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>They and I,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Merely men who, having never met before,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Meet no more!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But a common cause has bridged the social breach,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Each to each</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Has one soft word of fellowship to say,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Here to-day.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>If you search among our numbers you will find</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Every kind:</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Dutchman, Briton, 'Africander,' and Malay</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>In array;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Christian, Mussulman, and he of Abram's seed—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Every creed:</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>With the worshippers of </span><em class="italics">Sakyanumi's</em><span> mud—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Mighty Budh.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>But if every heart was melted, and when done</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Moulded one—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>If a welcome in a polyglotic tongue</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Could be sung—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>If one voice could speak our sentiments to-day,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>We would say,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Very simply: 'We are glad that you are come—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Welcome home!'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>We have followed you, and watched your noble stand</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>For your land.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And your triumphs and your greatly troubled hours.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Have been ours:</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And our sympathetic wishes for your cause,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Have been yours:</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Since the day on which you left us to go forth,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'For my North!'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>We have followed you through many foreign ways,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>In these days.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>By the Nilus, on the Desert, new surveyed,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>You have strayed:</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>By the Pyramids and palms of Cairo town,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Parched and brown:</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>By the quiet shades of Oxford, prim and green,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>You have been.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>In the stately city hall, in spirit we</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Came to see</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The cheering thousands testify belief,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>In their Chief.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>In the regal courts of Potsdam, at your side</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>We were tied,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>By the tighter bond than kinship ever drew—-</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>We and you!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>If our hearts in concord melted and were run</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Into one!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>If a welcome in a polyglotic tongue.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Could be sung:</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>If two words could voice our sentiments to-day,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>We would say—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Very simply, being glad that you are come—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>'Welcome home!'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="when-london-calls"><span class="bold large">WHEN LONDON CALLS!</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>There's a voice that calls to Mecca, there's a voice that calls to Rome.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(O the Holiest of Holies! O the Temple and the Shrine!)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There's a bleating from a pasture, and it calls a wand'rer home.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(O the friskings of the yearlings, and the lowing of the kine!)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There's a penetrating whisper that can rise above the gale</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>From the cot of thatch and plaster, from the oaken-gabled hall,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>From the limpid lake of silver in the verdant velvet vale,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>From the shamrock and the heather,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Hear the call!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>There's a voice that calls the waster, when the doors of home are shut.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(O the voice of club and chamber, and the arc-light burning blue!)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There's a voice that calls the trooper in his daub and wattle hut.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(O the midnight cabs that rattle from the Strand to Waterloo!)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There's a voice for ever calling from the Square and from the Slum,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>From the Hornsey Rise to Brixton, from St. Saviour's to St. Paul's.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the never-changing message of the everlasting 'Come'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To the brick and to the mortar.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>London calls!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>You may still the voice of conscience, and suppress the blush of shame.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(O the deed that made you outlaw! O the folly and the sin!)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But never man ignored it when the call to London came.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(The call from belfry tower! O the clanging, banging din!)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the wooded green of Greenwich with the deer among the fern.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the bleak, blank streets of Lambeth, where the</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>drizzling fog-mist falls.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>It's a weary aching whisper, and it murmurs, 'O return</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To the Elegance, the Squalor.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>London calls!'</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the swelling roar of Epsom, with the backers seven deep.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(O the rush around the Corner, and the finish on the Straight!)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the tinkling hum of Henley as it snuggles down to sleep.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(O the light-lined laughing river, with its fairy-fancied féte!)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the growl of Ratcliffe Highway, 'tis the lisp of Rotten Row;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the beauty that entrances, 'tis the horror that appals;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the firemen's horses tearing to the midnight sky aglow;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>It's a vague and restless—something.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>London calls!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>It is early morning Fleet Street, when the throbbing presses fly.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(O the Father of the Chapel! O the ticking, talking tape!)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the universal High Street, where the world may see and buy.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(O the steamboat of Newcastle! O the feather of the Cape!)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the heart of all creation, where the veins of commerce meet;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the centre seat in gall'ry, 'tis the booked and numbered stalls;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the barrow in Whitechapel, 'tis the brougham in Regent Street;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the Commonplace—the Novel.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>London calls!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the glitter and the jingle on the Foreign Office stairs.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(O the starred and gartered Levee! O the Rulers of the Land!)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the crowd about the stretcher and the burden that it bears.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(O the ward in darkened silence! O the swiftly running sand!)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the message of the letter, 'tis the message of the wire;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the dainty hand that types it, 'tis the awkward fist that scrawls;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the memory that sickens, 'tis the thought that burns 'like fire;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the life that's worth the living!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>London calls!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the cheering of the Commons and the cry of 'Who goes home?'</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(O the bell that rings Division! O the seat beneath the card!)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the choir-boys' voices rising to the lofty, painted dome.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(O the flutter of the pigeons in the flagged and mossy yard!)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the Sabbath bells that echo down the silent city streets;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the Steel inside the Velvet! 'Tis the stroking hand that mauls!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Tis the Tutor, it's the Master. It prepares and it completes!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>It is London—and it's LONDON!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And it calls!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="cairowards"><span class="bold large">CAIROWARDS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Going up—and by all one man's will!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Untrodden lands shall echo with our roars,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Our engines' wheels shall break the mountains' still,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Uncharted rivers see us by their shores;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And where the lions drink, and panthers prey,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Shall lie the ballast of our iron-bound way.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Going up! Primæval forest, where</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The Bushman lurks with poison at his lips,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Must give its best, and all its treasures bare,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>When our iron-monster in its hollows dips;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And caves, from which the cobra issues forth,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Shall be a Somewhere Junction—for the North.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Going up! Eternal snows, that crown</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The lonely summits of the lordly hills,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Shall look upon our laboured paths, and frown</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Upon the girdered bridge that spans their rills;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But, clinging to the slope, with scanty hold,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The road shall be unfastened, fold by fold.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Going up! The stifling winds that blow</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Across the sweep of fiery desert waste</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Shall clog and cloy our workings as we go,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And strive to check us in our desp'rate haste,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>With sand that holds us in its shifting clutch—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And iron and brass shall blister to the touch.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Going up! The Nile in sullen wrath</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Shall rise and smite the sleeper from the rail,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And say: 'Behold the Mistress of the North!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Who does not let the work of man prevail!'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But patient man shall strive against her might</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Until the palms of Cairo are in sight!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="ode-to-the-opening-of-the-south-african-exhibition-1898"><span class="bold large">ODE TO THE OPENING OF THE SOUTH -<br />AFRICAN EXHIBITION, 1898</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Father of all!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Robèd in splendour,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Thou who dost wield</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Almighty power,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>All things are thine,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Fruitage and flower—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Cattle and kine—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Vineyard and field!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Hear, when we call.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Praising the Sender!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Father of all!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Strong to deliver!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Here, do we place,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Down at Thy feet,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Fruits of our hands—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Trophies of wheat,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Won from Thy lands—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Trophies of chase.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Hear, when we call,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Praising the Giver!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Father of all!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Weaver and fuller;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Craftsman and herd;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Chapman and knave;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Worker and drone;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Headman and slave,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Worship a-prone—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Bow to Thy word!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Hear Thou our call,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Praising the Ruler!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Father of all!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Billow and breaker</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Sink to Thy nod!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Here, have we brought,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That which we found,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That which we wrought,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Drawn from Thy ground,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Culled from Thy sod.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Hear, when we call,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Praising the Maker!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Father of all!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Thine is the story</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Written in space!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>What Thou hast made</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Knows not of death.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Let us not fade,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Catching Thy breath,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Live by Thy grace!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Hear Thou our call,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Thine is the Glory!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="small">Printed by T. and A. 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- :PG.Title: Writ in Barracks
- :PG.Released: 2015-08-08
- :PG.Rights: Public Domain
- :PG.Producer: Al Haines
- :DC.Creator: Edgar Wallace
- :DC.Title: Writ in Barracks
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- :DC.Created: 1900
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- WRIT IN BARRACKS
-
- .. vspace:: 2
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- BY
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- .. class:: large bold
-
- EDGAR WALLACE
-
- .. vspace:: 3
-
- .. class:: medium
-
- METHUEN AND CO.
- 36 ESSEX STREET: STRAND
- LONDON
- 1900
-
- .. class:: small
-
- *Colonial Library*
-
- .. vspace:: 4
-
-.. container:: dedication center white-space-pre-line
-
- .. class:: medium
-
- DEDICATION
-
- .. class:: medium
-
- TO THE RANK AND FILE OF
- THE ROYAL ARMY MEDICAL CORPS
- AMONGST WHOM I SPENT SIX HAPPY YEARS
- OF MY LIFE, THIS COLLECTION OF VERSES
- MOSTLY WRITTEN IN BARRACKS
- IS ADMIRINGLY
- DEDICATED
-
- .. class:: small
-
- RONDEBOSCH
- *April* 4, 1900
-
- .. vspace:: 4
-
-.. class:: noindent
-
-*'Ginger James' appeared originally in the
-'Daily Chronicle,' 'Make your own Arrangements'
-in the 'Pall Mall Gazette,' as also did
-'T. A. in Love.' 'Legacies' is reproduced by
-the kind permission of the 'Daily News,' and
-'Arthur' and 'Her Majesty has been Pleased—'
-of the 'Evening News.' Most of the others are
-new to the English reader.*
-
-.. vspace:: 4
-
-.. class:: center large bold
-
- CONTENTS
-
-.. class:: noindent white-space-pre-line
-
-`WAR`_
-`ARMY DOCTOR`_
-`NICHOLSON'S NEK`_
-`MY PAL, THE BOER`_
-`SONG OF THE FIRST TRAIN THROUGH`_
-`THE NAVAL BRIGADE`_
-`THE ARMOURED TRAIN`_
-`MAKE YOUR OWN ARRANGEMENTS`_
-`GINGER JAMES`_
-`'HER MAJESTY HAS BEEN PLEASED—'`_
-`ARTHUR`_
-`LEGACIES`_
-`\T. \A. IN LOVE`_
-`TOMMY ADVISES`_
-`THE NUMBER ONE`_
-`BRITANNIA TO HER FIRST-BORN`_
-`TOMMY TO HIS LAUREATE`_
-`THE MISSION THAT FAILED`_
-`THE PRAYER`_
-`CEASE FIRE`_
-`TOMMY'S AUTOGRAPH`_
-`AT THE BRINK!`_
-`THE KING OF OOJEE-MOOJEE`_
-`THE SONG OF THE TOWN`_
-`BY SIMON'S BAY`_
-`THE SQUIRE`_
-`THE SEA-NATION`_
-`NATURE FAILS`_
-`THE COLONEL'S GARDEN`_
-`THE PEOPLE TO CECIL JOHN RHODES, JULY 18, 1899`_
-`WHEN LONDON CALLS!`_
-`CAIROWARDS`_
-`ODE TO THE OPENING OF THE SOUTH AFRICAN EXHIBITION, 1898`_
-
-
-
-
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-.. _`WAR`:
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-.. class:: center large bold
-
- WAR
-
-.. vspace:: 2
-
-..
-
- | I
-
- | A tent that is pitched at the base:
- | A wagon that comes from the night:
- | A stretcher—and on it a Case:
- | A surgeon, who's holding a light.
- | The Infantry's bearing the brunt—
- | O hark to the wind-carried cheer!
- | A mutter of guns at the front:
- | A whimper of sobs at the rear.
- | And it's *War*! 'Orderly, hold the light.
- | You can lay him down on the table: so.
- | Easily—gently! Thanks—you may go.'
- | And it's War! but the part that is not for show.
-
- | II
-
- | A tent, with a table athwart,
- | A table that's laid out for one;
- | A waterproof cover—and nought
- | But the limp, mangled work of a gun.
- | A bottle that's stuck by the pole,
- | A guttering dip in its neck;
- | The flickering light of a soul
- | On the wondering eyes of The Wreck,
- | And it's *War*! 'Orderly, hold his hand.
- | I'm not going to hurt you, so don't be afraid.
- | A ricochet! God! what a mess it has made!'
- | And it's *War*! and a very unhealthy trade.
-
- | III
-
- | The clink of a stopper and glass:
- | A sigh as the chloroform drips:
- | A trickle of—what? on the grass,
- | And bluer and bluer the lips.
- | The lashes have hidden the stare....
- | A rent, and the clothes fall away....
- | A touch, and the wound is laid bare....
- | A cut, and the face has turned grey....
- | And it's *War*! 'Orderly, take It out.
- | It's hard for his child, and it's rough on his wife,
- | There might have been—sooner—a chance for his life.
- | But it's *War*! And—Orderly, clean this knife!'
-
-
-
-
-
-.. vspace:: 4
-
-.. _`ARMY DOCTOR`:
-
-.. class:: center large bold
-
- ARMY DOCTOR
-
-.. vspace:: 2
-
-..
-
- | Army Doctor! Army Doctor!
- | 'Ere's some 'cruities for inspection,—
- | Some in rags, an' some in cuffs.
- | Some in shirts, an' some without 'em,
- | Wot a blessed strange collection!
- | Served before? You needn't doubt 'em,
- | Bloomin' muffs!
-
- | Army Doctor! Army Doctor!
- | Take your sword, an' drop your lancet,
- | Teach your nurses 'ow to fight!
- | 'Ow to march the dead march—solemn!
- | 'Ow to route march—an' to dance it!
- | Teach 'em 'ow to march in column,
- | By the right!
-
- | Army Doctor! Army Doctor!
- | Gold an' velvet! 'broidered lacin's,
- | 'Oldin' 'igh your bloomin' 'ead!
- | 'Seen you peel that coat so winnin',
- | 'Seen you stain them pretty facin's,
- | 'Seen your 'ighly glossy linen,
- | Splattered red!
-
- | Army Doctor! Army Doctor!
- | 'Sun is 'ot—an' we are learnin'
- | Lessons in the cholera school,
- | We're fear-sick, an' mad as 'atters,
- | Throat a-parchin', 'ead a-burnin',
- | Seems to me, *you're* takin' matters
- | Rather cool!
-
- | Army Doctor! Army Doctor!
- | Spurs and swagger! Cuff an' collar!
- | Up to ev'ry bloomin' trick!
- | 'Seen you—as I've seen none other—
- | Go to—where *I* dursn't foller!
- | 'Seen you act the man and brother
- | To the sick!
-
- | Army Doctor! Army Doctor!
- | Things by Engineers forgotten,
- | *You* 'ave got to recollect.
- | Tho' you're such a gilded dandy,
- | When the meat is goin' rotten,
- | Chances are, *you're* somewhere 'andy
- | To inspect!
-
- | Army Doctor! Army Doctor!
- | Where the firin' never ceases,
- | Where the 'uddled soldier lies,
- | Where the Mauser bullets shave 'im,
- | Gawd! they're chippin' 'im to pieces!
- | Git 'im out of fire an' save 'im....
- | *Well done, Guys!*
-
-
-
-
-
-.. vspace:: 4
-
-.. _`NICHOLSON'S NEK`:
-
-.. class:: center large bold
-
- NICHOLSON'S NEK
-
-.. vspace:: 2
-
-..
-
- | *They gave their best at Waterloo,*
- | *For the honour of England's name;*
- | *They threw their best on a hundred fields,*
- | *To put our foes to shame.*
- | *'Tis good that England's soldier men*
- | *To-day can do the same.*
-
- | They have proved their worth,
- | To the ends of the earth.
- | They have striven and won,—and failed!
- | They have shown their might,
- | On the Dargai Height,
- | When the *mollah's* bullets hailed.
-
- | They have laid their dead,
- | In the river bed,
- | On the site of their last brave stand.
- | They have buried at night,
- | By a lantern light,
- | In a grave that they scooped in the sand.
-
- | And far and wide,
- | They have done and died,
- | By donga, and veldt, and kloof.
- | And the lonely grave,
- | Of the honoured brave,
- | Is a proof—if we need a proof,
- | They won—and died,
- | And we glorified
- | The men of the barrack schools.
- | They died—and failed,
- | And in wrath we railed
- | At the fault of the bungling fools!
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- | And perhaps it is good
- | That we change our mood,
- | And perchance it is well to blame,
- | And to seek elsewhere,
- | For some men to bear,
- | The weight of our foolish shame.
- | But the fight hard fought,
- | Must it go for nought
- | Because of its hapless turn?
- | Must we then withhold,
- | For the life hard sold,
- | The Honour it died to earn?
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- | When hot and tired,
- | With the last round fired,
- | And never a ray of hope—
- | What then the shame?
- | They were just the same
- | Who charged Talana's slope!
- | You may give and take,
- | As the shrapnels rake,
- | When your batt'ry has replied;
- | But you cannot live
- | When there's too much give,
- | From the guns on the open side.
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- | Good men are they,
- | Who gain the day,—
- | And victory is sweet,—
- | And just as brave
- | Who do not rave
- | At every small defeat.
- | For the fight hard fought
- | Must not go for nought,
- | Because of its hapless turn;
- | Nor we withhold,
- | For the life hard sold,
- | The Honour it died to earn.
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- | *We gave our best at Waterloo,*
- | *For the honour of England's name;*
- | *We threw our best on a hundred fields*
- | *To put our foes to shame.*
- | *'Tis good that England's soldier men*
- | *To-day can do the same.*
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- | We met without appointment on an 'ill,
- | I comed upon the beggar without warnin';
- | Layin' down be'ind a boulder,
- | With 'is rifle to 'is shoulder,
- | He sent along wot's Dutch for a 'Good-mornin'.'
- | 'E missed me with a fair amount of skill,
- | An' 'fore 'e'd time to mount, an' get from danger,
- | I was takin' of my rest,
- | By a sittin' on 'is chest,
- | An' a sayin' to the welcome little stranger:—
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- | 'My pal, the Boer!
- | You're a prisoner of war'
- | ('E tried to break my jaw, but that's a trifle);
- | 'You can't escape me, can yer?
- | In the name of Rule Britannia,
- | I commandeer your 'orse an' Mauser rifle!'
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- | You wouldn't call 'is manners over bright,
- | An' you wouldn't term 'is disposition sunny,
- | An' 'e 'ad a silly notion
- | That the cause of the commotion
- | Was Chamberlain a-fightin' for 'is money;
- | An' 'e fancied that the British flag was white—
- | 'Twas a silly fancy—still we must excuse it,
- | When the Lancers came along
- | 'E felt a trifle *bong*!
- | 'E soon found out the proper way to use it!
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- | My pal, the Boer,
- | Ain't used to proper war,
- | But tho' 'e scorns the flag an' does the grandy,
- | The 'igh an' mighty scorner,
- | When we get 'im in a corner,
- | 'E FINDS A FLAG OF TRUCE IS MIGHTY 'ANDY!
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- | Line Clear to Witteputs! I wind around the guarded hill,
- | And thunder o'er the lean long bridge that spans the sombre stream;
- | No uptorn rail to devastate, no culvert gap to fill,
- | And where the outpost feared to ride, I gather up my steam.
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- | (*I passed a little mound of earth that bore the cross's sign,—*
- | *A Colonel, and a dozen men, who fell to clear the line.*)
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- | Line Clear to Belmont: and I feel the ballast shaking down:
- | My flanges bite the new-laid rail and prove the new-thrust pin.
- | On either side the purple ridge, the veldt land sickly brown,
- | The 'distant off' says 'Welcome,' and the 'Home' says 'Come ye in.'
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- | (*Two thousand guardsmen rushed the Kop—a score are buried here,*
- | *And here are laid some Fusiliers—they fell to give Line Clear.*)
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- | Line Clear to Graspan: so I run adown the gentle grade,
- | Nor notice in my joyful haste the kopje stubble grown,
- | And wildly bouldered foot to crest where fell a half brigade,
- | What time the bristling mountain-side with segment shell was sown.
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- | (*The mess-deck and the ward-room thinned to give the line pratique*
- | *Line Clear from Graspan—so, half-mast the Ensign at the Peak.*)
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- | Line Clear: along the new-spliced wires that droop from pole to pole,
- | By Enslin, where the helio glared fitfully and fleet,
- | The word is passed across the plain to where the rivers roll,—
- | To where, tree-fringed in eddying swirls, the Modder meets the Riet.
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- | (*In heat and thirst and weariness a hundred dying lay,*
- | *A hundred bloody forms grew stiff to give me Right Away.*)
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- | Line Clear: I face the grim gaunt range that stretches east and west
- | ('Twas by its base, near Magers farm, that Wauchope's men went down):
- | I skirt the ridge that hid the guns, and gleefully I breast
- | The easy rise that brings in view the long-beleaguered town.
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- | (*Line Clear: o'er blood, and sweat, and pain, and sorrow's*
- | *road I ran,*
- | *And every sleeper was a wound, and every rail a man.*)
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- | When you're pickin' your men for a fight,
- | When choosin' the corps that'll serve,
- | It's only quite proper an' right
- | To fix upon muscle an' nerve,
- | An' so, to your heavy Dragoons—
- | Your Granny-dear Guards an' their band—
- | To your Sappers with bridgin' pontoons,
- | You can buckle the Lower Deck Hand!
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- | (*The Lower Deck Hand*
- | *Doesn't want any band;*
- | *He's grit, an he's sand*
- | *Is the Lower Deck Hand.*)
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- | His march is a go-as-you-please;
- | He most keeps step with hisself!
- | For his boots ain't conducive to ease,
- | Bein' mostly kept packed on a shelf!
- | Tho' he isn't so span or so spic—
- | Tho' his marchin' ain't what you'd call grand—
- | He gets to the front just as quick
- | Does the elegant Lower Deck Hand!
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- | (*The Lower Deck Hand*
- | *Wasn't reared in the Strand;*
- | *But he's good to command,*
- | *Is the Lower Deck Hand.*)
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- | You may swear by the jolly marines,
- | 'Per marey, per tarey' they fight—
- | Not speakin' for them in their 'teens—
- | I don't mind admittin' your right.
- | But all that the Joey has got,
- | As I'd have all the world understand,
- | He's learnt—well, he's learnt quite a lot
- | From his tooter—the Lower Deck Hand!
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- | (*The Lower Deck Hand*
- | *Is a mine that's unpanned;*
- | *An' he's yours to command,*
- | *Is the Lower Deck Hand.*)
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- | He doesn't shape well at Reviews,
- | I've known him to spit in the ranks;
- | But we've never been asked to excuse
- | A fault, when he's guarding the flanks.
- | An' when there's a break in the square
- | Or a place where the Line cannot stand,
- | I'll tell you the chap to put there—
- | 'Jack Mullow'—the Lower Deck Hand.
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- | (*The Lower Deck Hand*
- | *Will die as he 'll stand;*
- | *He's tempered an land,*
- | *Is the Lower Deck Hand.*)
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- | When you're hemmed in a tight little hole,
- | By a greatly outnumbering foe,
- | It's a matter of stokin' an' coal
- | How far we're away from the foe.
- | When the Infantry's needin' some aid,
- | When the 'tillery gets under-man'd,—
- | Make way for the Naval Brigade!—
- | His Highness the Lower Deck Hand!
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- | (*The Lower Deck Hand*
- | *With his guns he can land,*
- | *An he'll kick up some sand,*
- | *Will the Lower Deck Hand.*)
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- | There's risk on the ballasted roadway,
- | There's death on the girdered bridge,
- | Red ruin from sleeper to sleeper,
- | And wreck on the bouldered ridge.
- | No signal to herald my coming,
- | No whistle to waken the plain;
- | Stand clear—I am out for patrolling!
- | Make way for the Armoured Train!
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- | I run not to time, nor to table,
- | I'm neither an 'Up' nor a 'Down,'
- | But 'Full speed ahead' is my order,
- | When skirting the enemy's town.
- | My mails have a backing of cordite,
- | My luggage is powder and shell,
- | With smoke-stack a-blazing I thunder,
- | A traveller's sample of Hell!
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- | They have laid me a mine by a culvert,
- | They have loosened a bolt by a curve,
- | But thrice-tested steel is my muscle,
- | And thrice-tested brass is my nerve.
- | A curse for their bungling folly,
- | A laugh for the death-trap that fails,
- | A hang for the enemy's miner,
- | So long as I keep to the rails.
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- | A cheer—and I pull from the township
- | To spy out the enemy's line;
- | A plunge—and I rush into darkness
- | As reckless of wreckage as mine.
- | And what if a rail has been lifted?
- | And what if a river's unspanned?
- | I fail, but I know in the failing
- | I strove at the Empire's command.
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- | They were men who at Badajos conquered,
- | They were men who for Wellington struck,
- | And a Man is the Man at the Throttle,
- | And a Man is the Man on the Truck.
- | Undismayed I may go to destruction.
- | For I know at the end I may feel
- | I die with the men on the footplate,
- | I pass with my brothers in steel.
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- | When the depôt soldier's dinin' on three-quarters of a pound,
- | If there's too much bone to please 'im, or the meat is extry tough,
- | 'E 'as got a chance of grousin' when 'is orficer goes round,
- | 'E can draw upon the mess-book, if 's rations ain't enough.
- | But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own arrangements!
- | When you're cut orf from the column, an' supplies are runnin' low,
- | It ain't no 'too much fat, sir!'
- | But it's bread—an' glad of that, sir!
- | O it's *bake* your own arrangements—out of flour—as you go!
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- | When the depôt soldier's on parade 'e sparkles an' 'e shines.
- | When the depôt soldier's drillin' 'e must make each motion 'tell.'
- | When the depôt soldier's marchin' 'e must march on drill-book lines.
- | 'E 'as got a drill-instructor, an' 'e does it very well.
- | But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own arrangements!
- | When the camp is rushed at midnight, an' you're fallin' in—to die!
- | O there ain't no drill-rules set there,
- | But it's take your gun—an' get there!
- | When you make your own arrangements, you must grab your belt an' fly.
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- | The depôt soldier's grounded in a systematic drill;
- | 'E also knows wot's 'rendezvous' an' what is 'bivouac.'
- | 'E knows the use of rifle-pits, the proper way to kill—
- | 'E understands the principles an' the'ries of attack.
- | But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own arrangements!
- | When you're dodgin' tons of boulder, climbin' mount'ins under fire,
- | An' the drill-book won't assist you
- | Till the fallin' rocks 'ave missed you!
- | So you make your own arrangements—an' you climb a little 'igher!
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- | When the depôt soldier's wantin' with 'is orficer to speak,
- | 'E must 'alt two paces from 'im, an' salute before the start.
- | An' 'e mustn't try to argue, an' 'e mustn't give no cheek;
- | An' if 'is Captain slangs 'im—'e must take it in good part.
- | But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own arrangements!
- | When you see 'im lying wounded, all the circumstances change.
- | An' you don't 'eed no instructions;
- | An' you don't need introductions;
- | But you make your own arrangements—an' you get 'im out of range.
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- | When the depôt soldier sickens, when the depôt soldier dies,
- | 'E is buried by 'is comrades in the regulation style.
- | 'E is covered by an ensign of the regulation size,
- | An' 'e gets a firin' party made of thirteen rank an' file.
- | But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own arrangements!
- | When the Colonel reads the service by a guard-room lantern light.
- | When in silent rows you've laid 'em
- | In a trench your bay'nets made 'em,
- | O, it's make your own arrangements when you bury in the night!
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- | A spell I 'ad to wait
- | Outside the barrick gate,
- | For Ginger James was passin' out as I was passin' in;
- | 'E was only a recruit,
- | But I give 'im the salute,
- | For I'll never git another chance of givin' it agin!
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- | 'E'd little brains, I'll swear,
- | Beneath 'is ginger 'air,
- | 'Is personal attractions, well, they wasn't very large;
- | 'E was fust in ev'ry mill,
- | An' a foul-mouthed brute, but still
- | We'll forgive 'im all 'is drawbacks—'e 'as taken 'is discharge.
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- | 'E once got fourteen days,
- | For drunken, idle ways,
- | An' the Colonel said the nasty things that colonels sometimes say;
- | 'E called him to 'is face
- | The regiment's disgrace—
- | But the Colonel took 'is 'at off when 'e passed 'im by to-day.
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- | For days 'e used to dwell
- | Inside a guard-room cell,
- | Where they put the darbies on 'im for a 'owlin' savage brute;
- | But as by the guard 'e went
- | They gave 'im the present,
- | The little bugler sounded off the 'General Salute.'
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- | The band turned out to play
- | Poor Ginger James away;
- | 'Is Captain an' 'is Company came down to see 'im off;
- | An' thirteen file an' rank,
- | With three rounds each of blank;
- | An' 'e rode down on a carriage, like a bloomin' city toff!
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- | 'E doesn't want no pass,
- | 'E's journeying first-class;
- | 'Is trav'lling rug's a Union Jack, which isn't bad at all;
- | The tune the drummers play
- | It ain't so very gay,
- | But a rather slow selection, from a piece that's known as 'Saul.'
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- | Wot a crowd of people!
- | Wot a sea of faces!
- | 'Ow the ladies' parasols are glist'nin' in the sun!
- | Troops in 'open order,'
- | Captains in their places.
- | Wish the day was over, and I wish the job was done!
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- | Wot a lot of civvies!
- | Mus' be 'arf the city!
- | Like a mob on Boxing-night outside Drury Lane!
- | Ain't it perfect weather?
- | More's the blessed pity!
- | Wish instead of sunshine it was pourin' 'ard o' rain!
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- | Comes of bein' famous—
- | Mentioned in despatches!
- | Comes of me a-carrying the Major to the rear!
- | Empty stomach fighting—
- | Getting sleep by snatches!—
- | 'Ow the troops must cuss me for a-keeping them out 'ere!
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- | 'Ow the people eye me,
- | Like a choice chrysanth'um!
- | 'Ow this collar's chokin' me!—Lord! I'm feelin' sick!
- | Troops are at the 'shoulder'—
- | 'Pre-sent'—there's the anthem!
- | 'Ow I 'ope 'er Majesty will get it over quick!
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- | Wonder if I'm dusty?
- | 'Elmet feels lopsided!
- | Chuck a chest for 'Eaven's sake! *Lord*, I'm feelin' queer!
- | Twenty times they've brushed me,
- | Twice 'ave I been tidied,
- | Yet I'm feelin' mucky still. Private Jawkins? 'ERE!
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- | Face the lan-dow panels,
- | Dumbly; likewise blindly,
- | Seein' in a sorter mist a lady dressed in black:
- | 'Ear 'er sof'ly talkin'.
- | Thanks, mum, thank you kindly!
- | Saw the Major fallin', and I 'ad to take 'im back!
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- | Thank you, mum—your 'Ighness—
- | Majesty, I mean, mum!
- | 'M sure I'm much obliged to you for this 'ere pretty Cross!
- | Bless you, you're a lady!
- | Mean you are the Queen, mum!
- | On'y picked the Major up an' shoved 'im on an 'orse!
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- | 'Saw our Sub go under,
- | 'Alf 'is men around 'im
- | Cut to bits—an' 'im so young,—yes mum, very sad.
- | Yes mum, 'e was buried
- | In the place we found 'im.
- | Thank you, mum,—your Majesty (God, I'm feelin' bad!)
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- | 'Oo's the Gen'ral 'ere? sez I;
- | 'Oo's the Gen'ral 'ere?
- | 'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, so you 'aven't got
- | nothin' to fear.'
- | But 'e marched me 'ere, an' 'e marched me there,
- | To burn blank cartridges everywhere;
- | An' 'e made me sweat, an' 'e made me swear—
- | Did Arthur!
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- | Wot can the Gen'ral do? sez I;
- | Wot can the Gen'ral do?
- | 'O, 'e 's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, an' 'e don't know
- | much about *you*!'
- | But 'e doubled me round on a big field day:
- | An' 'e checked me for loafin'—a mile away!
- | An' I found there's a time for work an' play
- | With Arthur!
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- | Wot 'as the Gen'ral done, sez I?
- | Wot 'as the Gen'ral done?
- | 'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, an' they chucked 'im 'is
- | rank for fun!'
- | But that was a lie, for I found out since
- | 'E's ninepence a soldier an' thruppence a prince!
- | 'E stood fire in Egypt, an' 'e didn't wince!
- | Not Arthur!
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- | Wot does the Gen'ral know? sez I;
- | Wot does the Gen'ral know?
- | 'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, an' 'e 's on'y
- | got up for show!'
- | But I 'chanced' kit inspection, an' thought it a 'cert.';
- | But 'e put me down, smart, for a tunic an' shirt!
- | An', insult to injury—checked me for dirt!
- | Did Arthur!
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- | 'Ow is 'e liked by you? sez I;
- | 'Ow is 'e liked by you?
- | 'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, but I reckon
- | some'ow 'e'll do!'
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- | I'm willin' to risk, as I've done before,
- | A Fox 'Ills fight, or a native war,
- | Or front rank man in an Army Corps,
- | With Arthur!
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- | Wot is 'e, after all? sez I;
- | Wot is 'e, after all?
- | 'O, 'e's a swaddle, the same as you, an' 'e goes to the
- | "orficers' call"!'
- | 'E's a gentleman, Tommy, when all's said an' done!
- | 'Is ma is the lady 'oo 's second to none,
- | An' we love 'er the better because of 'er son—
- | That's Arthur!
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- | The dog is yours; and so's the photo frames,
- | Them pictures wot I cut, an' my new box.
- | The pack of cards, the dominoes, an' games,
- | The knittin' needles, an' the knitted socks,
- | An' all, except the letters and the ring—
- | You'll find them all together tied with string.
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- | My public clothin'—that goes back to stores—
- | My kit'll sell by auction on the square;
- | An' other fellers will be 'formin' fours'
- | An' 'markin' time' in boots I used to wear.
- | They're welcome; but you won't forget to send
- | The ring an' all the letters to my——friend?
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- | The pain ain't near so bad as wot it were
- | The day they dragged me from the limber wheels;
- | Ain't I a wreck! for God's sake don't tell 'er;
- | Say it was fever—peaceful—in the 'ills;
- | An' write about the wreaths, the 'Jack,' and band,
- | An'—send a bit of hair: you understand?
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- | The ring—— Oh no, the doctor lets me talk,
- | I ain't a-tirin'—'cept a funny light,
- | An' just a feelin' that I'd like to walk
- | To where it seems to flicker in the night.
- | Better for me to go with aching 'ead,
- | Than go in trouble with my say unsaid.
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- | The ring—it ain't long since she sent it back;
- | I never meant no 'arm, God only knows,
- | But things—I can't tell now—looked very black,
- | And she believed the others—I suppose,
- | I'm sorry for 'er now—that cursed wheel!—
- | You see she is a woman, an' she'll *feel*.
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- | \* \* \* \* \*
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- | The dog is yours, I told you that before.
- | The spurs you'll find 'em in my private kit.
- | The letters, an' the ring, an' nothin' more,—
- | *An'* hair—it's foolish—but a little bit.
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- | \* \* \* \* \*
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- | 'Our Father'—Lord, how strange! It's all—ri'—sir.
- | *The—lett—an—th'—ring—an'—hair—for—'er!*
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- | Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!
- | Sittin' with my elbow on my knee.
- | I *orter* be a polishin' the meat-dish an' the can—
- | (I *orter* draw the groceries—for I am ord'ly man!
- | But wot are bloomin' ration calls, an' wot's a pot or pan,
- | When I'm dreaming O my darlin' one, of thee?)
- | Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!
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- | Firin' at the rifle range I be.
- | I've missed a fust-class targit—an' I've missed the 'ill be'ind!
- | I nearly shot a marker once! (which wasn't very kind);
- | The orficer 'e swears at me—but re'ly, I don't mind!
- | I am dreamin', O my darlin' one, of thee!
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- | Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!
- | Me, as was the smartest man in 'B'!
- | My kit is all untidy, and it's inches thick in dust;
- | An' my rifle's fouled an' filthy, an' my bay'nit's red with rust;
- | They've tried to find the reason—but I've seen 'em furder fust!
- | An' they never guess I'm dreamin', dear, of thee!
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- | Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!
- | They can't make out wot's comin' over me.
- | The fellows think I'm barmy, an' the Major thinks it's drink,
- | The Sergeant thought it laziness, so shoved me in the clink!
- | The Colonel called it 'thoughtlessness,' so gave me time to think,
- | An' to dream again, my darlin' one, of thee!
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- | Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!
- | Wot's two 'ours' sentry-go to me?
- | A sittin' in the sentry-box, a-thinkin' of your eyes,
- | The ord'ly orficer come along, an' took me by surprise!
- | 'E said as I was sleepin'—an' the usual orfice lies!
- | When I was on'y dreamin', love, of thee!
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- | Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee!
- | Rubbin' tarry oakum on my knee!
- | Oh, when I weigh that oakum in, I know I'll cop it 'ot!
- | I'll be 'auled before the Gov'nor, an' I'll git an 'our's shot;
- | But whether I git punishment, or whether I do not,
- | They can't prevent me dreamin', love, of thee!
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- | Take your rifle from the rack:
- | Take your bay'nit from the shelf;
- | Clean your straps for marchin' order,
- | An' git ready for the Border.
- | For it ain't no sham attack,
- | So you needn't kid yourself.
- | It's a ball an' bay'nit action
- | With the perfect satisfaction
- | Of a medal, an' a ribbon, and perhaps a clasp or two.
- | For a-doin' of the little job your betters couldn't do.
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- | Pack your socks, an' fold your shirt,
- | Wash your water-bottle out,
- | It'll make your marchin' easy
- | If your boots are nice an' greasy,—
- | An' some dubbin wouldn't 'urt.
- | You can chuck your weight about;
- | There's an 'appy day before you,
- | When the civvies will adore you,
- | And the things wot used to shock 'em will be favoured with a smile.
- | And your little faults an' failin's won't be noticed for a while.
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- | Git a guernsey out of store—
- | Winter's very cold above,
- | An' the wind an' rain will find you
- | If you leave your clothes behind you!
- | Trust your pretty self before
- | Any Quartermaster's love;
- | For there's no store to go unto
- | An' no tailors' shops to run to;
- | For it ain't no ten days' skirmish these manoeuvres wot you're in,
- | An' a little flannel weskit 'ides a multitood of skin!
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- | Write your letters for the mail;
- | Tell your people all the news—
- | For your folks'll prize the writin'
- | Of 'my son who's out a-fightin'.'
- | Don't you spin an awful tale,
- | Just to give your mother blues,
- | For the day the boys are cryin'
- | 'List o' wounded, dead and dyin'!'
- | Will be tons of time for them at 'ome to feel a trifle blue,
- | When they see a dozen Smiths are killed—and wonder which is you!
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- | The number one, 'e's on the bridge,
- | There's goin' to be a row,
- | The Gold Coast is upon our port,
- | An', 'ull down, on our bow;
- | Makin' for 'ome for all she's worth—
- | A slaver's bloomin' dhow!
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- | The number one is on the bridge,
- | The buntin' tosser's aft;
- | An' down below, in the 'eat an' glow,
- | The men are at their graft.
- | They've peeled their shirts, to get the steam,
- | To over-'aul that craft.
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- | The number one is in command,
- | The skipper's sick below,
- | A touch o' fever from the coast,
- | 'As made the old man so;
- | But 'e's passed the word to the engineer,
- | 'For Gawd's sake make 'er go!'
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- | The 'gen'ral quarters' sounded orf,
- | The bugler's made a call
- | (A call that means the 'red' marines,
- | With fifty rounds of ball,
- | Are goin' to git a medal an' clasp,
- | Or an ensign for a pall!)
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- | The number one is on the bridge,
- | The sun is low an' red!
- | An' shot an' shell, like fiends of 'ell,
- | Are shriekin' round 'is 'ead,
- | An' three marines are crippled,
- | An' their sergeant-major's dead!
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- | The number one is on the bridge,
- | The dhow's a battered sight;
- | 'Er rascal chief 'as come to grief;
- | 'E's fought 'is final fight,
- | But the number one lies on the bridge,
- | An' 'is face is ghastly white.
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- | A smile is on 'is bloodless lips,
- | 'Is sword 'angs from 'is wrist,
- | And a lock of 'air of a maiden fair.
- | Is clasped in 'is bloodstained fist,
- | But 'e'll meet 'er at the great roll-call,
- | When they muster by 'open list'!
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- | I am no maiden, highly strung,
- | To faint, when bloody death is nigh.
- | I have not lived, by might of tongue
- | Nor by vain boastings, wind-wide flung!
- | But on fame's endless ladder, I
- | Have fought my way, from rung to rung!
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- | I am no fretful, whimp'ring miss;
- | I am a woman, learned of years.
- | And once I felt your baby kiss:
- | Your bliss for me had greater bliss!
- | Your youthful sorrows had my tears.
- | O son o' mine, remember this!
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- | Your foes were mine, in those dear days:
- | Your friends were kind, and kin to me.
- | We parted—so, we will not raise
- | The long dead years. We went our ways,
- | I, brooding by the cold grey sea;
- | You, pride-flushed, with your new-won bays!
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- | The years have passed; it does but seem
- | As yester-eve you left my side.
- | I journeyed with you, dream on dream—
- | I heard your great war eagle's scream!
- | And on sweet Progress, your fair bride,
- | I saw the sun of Fortune's beam!
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- | I mourned your follies, word and deed;
- | I watched your rising, when you rose,
- | By sober prayer, by Cross and Bead;
- | Until you found that greater Creed,
- | That in the broader channel flows,
- | The lowly truths, that higher lead!
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- | You are my son, and born of me.
- | My laws of Right are Laws to you
- | Whose hands were stained in blood, to be
- | The hands that set the slave-man free!
- | And now, again, you dare and do—
- | For Justice, and Humanity!
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- | The days to be are big with Fate!
- | Go fight your battle, Son o' mine:
- | And State to Shire, and Shire to State,
- | Its better self shall dedicate!
- | So, let the wily foe combine,
- | Whilst, hand-locked, heart-locked, we can wait!
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- | O good-mornin', Mister Kiplin'! You are welcome to our shores:
- | To the land of millionaires and potted meat:
- | To the country of the 'fonteins' (we 'ave got no 'bads' or 'pores'),
- | To the place where di'monds lay about the street
- | At your feet;
- | To the 'unting-ground of raiders indiscreet.
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- | I suppose you know this station, for you sort of keep in touch
- | With Tommy wheresoever 'e may go;
- | An' you know our 'bat's' a shandy, made of 'Ottentot an' Dutch,
- | It's a language which is 'ideous an' low,
- | Don't you know
- | That it's 'Wacht-een-beitje' 'stead of ''Arf a mo'?'
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- | We should like to come an' meet you, but we can't without a pass;
- | Even then we'd 'ardly like to make a fuss;
- | For out 'ere, they've got a notion that a Tommy isn't class;
- | 'E's a sort of brainless animal, or wuss!
- | Vicious cuss!
- | No, they don't expect intelligence from us.
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- | You 'ave met us in the tropics, you 'ave met us in the snows;
- | But mostly in the Punjab an' the 'Ills.
- | You 'ave seen us in Mauritius, where the naughty cyclone blows.
- | You 'ave met us underneath a sun that kills,
- | An' we grills!
- | An' I ask you, do we fill the bloomin' bills?
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- | Since the time when Tommy's uniform was musketoon an' wig,
- | There 'as always been a bloke wot 'ad a way
- | Of writin' of the Glory an' forgettin' the fatig',
- | 'Oo saw 'im in 'is tunic day by day,
- | Smart an' gay,
- | An' forgot about the smallness of his pay!
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- | But you're *our* partic'lar author, you're our patron an' our friend,
- | You're the poet of the cuss-word an' the swear,
- | You're the poet of the people, where the red-mapped lands extend,
- | You're the poet of the jungle an' the lair,
- | An' compare,
- | To the ever-speaking voice of everywhere!
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- | There are poets wot can please you with their primrose-vi'let lays,
- | There are poets wot can drive a man to drink;
- | But it takes a 'pukka' poet, in a Patriotic Craze,
- | To make a chortlin' nation squirm an' shrink,
- | Gasp an' blink;
- | An' 'eedless, thoughtless people stop an' think!
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- | Yes, the 'and wot banged the banjo an' made Tommy comic songs,
- | 'Oo wrote of Empires, 'Lion's 'Ead to Line,'
- | 'Oo found an 'idden poem in M'Andrew's Injin gongs,
- | Was the checkin' 'and wot gave the warnin' sign,
- | In a line—
- | That gave the people soda after wine.
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- | Our troop was encamped by the side of a stream
- | An' a very smart troop were we.
- | We 'ad Cavalry orficers—straight from town,
- | An' we escorted Mister Commissioner Brown,
- | Commissioner Brown, C.B.
- | An' we 'eard that the Governor put 'im down,
- | For a spare K.C.M.G.!
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- | We wos camped near by to a border town,
- | On the borders of Creegerland—
- | A very despotic, republican state—
- | An' there we 'ad got the order to wait,
- | But why, we did not understand.
- | So we bedded our 'orses, an' cussed at our fate
- | (For you can't cuss the man in command).
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- | One mornin' sez Mister Commissioner Brown,
- | Sez 'e to the 'ole parade,
- | 'I've bin inspired by a dream just now—
- | I can't say why, an' I can't say 'ow—
- | But a voice in my dream it said,
- | "O in Joannistown there's a deuce of a row
- | And badly they want your aid!"'
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- | Now Joannistown is in Creegerland,
- | Which same is a friendly state.
- | An' it isn't no joke—which is puttin' it fine—
- | To pass without notice the border-post sign;
- | But we did it, as I will relate.—
- | We really intended to drop 'em a line!
- | But we 'adn't got time to wait.
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- | We 'ad ridden some miles into Creegerland
- | When Commissioner Brown, C.B.,
- | 'E called an 'alt,—which a troop requires,
- | For a man, 'e tires, as 'is 'orse perspires,—
- | An' 'e sez to the troop, sez 'e,
- | 'About ten miles from 'ere are some telegraph wires,
- | An' a very good thought struck me.
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- | 'For fear of my dream bein' misunderstood
- | An' the evil constructions of liars!—
- | For fear of alarmin' the dear farmers' wives
- | An' disturbin' the quiet an' peace of their lives,
- | I think we will sever them wires!
- | An' I'll give somethin' 'andsome to 'im 'oo contrives
- | To cut off the current—with pliers!'
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- | An' Michael M'Carty, Lance-Corp'ral was 'e,
- | Right guide to a section of 'A,'
- | Started orf on the job, an' we whispered a cheer,
- | An' we each gave the beggar our flasks—full of beer—
- | To 'elp for to lighten 'is way!
- | We gave 'im cheap drinks—though it was very dear
- | When it came round to settling day!
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- | M'Carty 'e rode, an' M'Carty 'e swilled,
- | An' M'Carty got big in the 'ead,
- | Till 'e couldn't tell telegraph poles from trees,
- | An' 'e wandered around, sorter go-as-you-please
- | Till 'is wonderin' wanderin's led
- | To the wires—of a fence! an' reclinin' at ease
- | 'E cut up these wasters instead!
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- | It's all over now: an' Brown 'e got jugged,
- | And the Burghers of Creegerland knowed.
- | They licked us to fits in a sweet little fight,
- | An' the King of Jerusalem wired 'is delight!
- | An' the Laureate wrote us an Ode!
- | An' Europe got ready for action that night
- | 'Cos M'Carty got drunk on the road!
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- | M'Carty's a thief, M'Carty's a beast,
- | An' M'Carty is likewise a liar!
- | 'E went an' got drunk, which 'e shouldn't 'ave done;
- | 'E went an' got drunk, an' 'e spoilt the 'ole fun:
- | An' the moral to them wot conspire
- | Is, *Don't send a beer-swilling son of a gun*
- | *When you're cuttin a telegraph wire!*
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- | O God of Battles! Lord of Might!
- | A sentry, in the silent night,
- | I, 'oo 'ave never prayed,
- | Kneel on the dew-damp sands, to say,
- | O see me through the comin' day—
- | But, please remember, though I pray,
- | That I am not afraid!
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- | O God of Battles! Lord of Might!
- | 'Ere in the dusky, starry light,
- | My inner self I've weighed;
- | An' I 'ave seen my guilt an' sin;
- | I'm black as black can be, within,
- | But though I would forgiveness win,
- | It ain't 'cos I'm afraid!
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- | O God of Battles! Lord of Might!
- | Keep me, to-morrow, in Your sight!—
- | Far 'ave I erred an' strayed.
- | I've flaunted You, with gibe an' sneer,
- | At 'ome, with chums to laugh and cheer,
- | But now, I am alone—out 'ere!
- | But still I ain't afraid!
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- | O God of Battles! Lord of Might!
- | The en'my's camp-fires twinkle bright.
- | To-morrow, Lord, Your aid;
- | The canteen was my Sunday-school:
- | The drill-book was my Golden Rule;
- | Wot are they now? O 'elpless fool!
- | But still, I'm not afraid!
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- | O God of Battles! Lord of Might!
- | The price of every thoughtless slight
- | To-morrow will be paid!
- | A voice is whisp'rin' to my 'eart—
- | A voice that makes me sweat an' start!—
- | 'To-morrow, soul an' soldier part!'
- | But I—I'm not afraid!
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- | O God of Battles! Lord of Might!
- | 'Ere, in the silence of the night,
- | My 'umble prayer is prayed!
- | All life an' death are one to you!
- | If I must die—O 'elp me to!
- | In that last moment, see me through—
- | My God! I *am* afraid!
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- | The fight was done an hour ago:
- | The whole brigade has fallen back,
- | And I've been wand'rin' to and fro,
- | A-askin' any—white or black,
- | 'Say—have you seen my brother, Jack?
- | His troop was first in the attack!'
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- | I should have seen him here by now:
- | An hour ago the 'cease fire' went.
- | He isn't wounded any'ow,
- | 'Cos with the stretcher squads I went,
- | An' all my other time I've spent
- | A-hangin' round the doctor's tent.
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- | Among the huddled, fallen men
- | I picked a way across the plain.
- | I got a dozen yards, an' then
- | Came back for fear I'd turn my brain....
- | The mangled horrors of the slain!
- | O Christ! I can't go *there* again!
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- | Say, have *you* seen my brother Jack?
- | Don't know! an' damn you, don't much care!—
- | But 'scuse me, chum, a-talkin' back,
- | I'm sorter flustered with the glare.
- | These sands are hot, an' so's the air—
- | Perhaps he's doin' guard somewhere!
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- | Old mother said before we went,
- | 'Be sure you keep him in your sight'
- | (Not knowin' what a campaign meant).
- | 'Don't let him stay out late o' night!'—
- | I wonder if he funked the fight
- | An' bolted. O pray God he might!
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- | They're layin' out our dead just now,
- | He can't be——, no, that—that ain't sense,
- | An' when he comes there'll be a row!
- | A-keepin' me in this suspense!
- | 'Tis here our line of killed commence,
- | I'll sorter look—for make-pretence!
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- | Pretendin' some one's here I know—
- | I'm half inclined to turn aback—
- | But one by one, along I go,
- | And see the crimson clottin' black....
- | *His troop was first in the attack!*
- | What! Jack! Is this—this Thing our Jack?
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- | I 'ad lorst my situation, an' the girl she got the 'ump,
- | An' the naggin' of my muvver nearly drove me orf my chump.
- | So I 'oofed it down to Woolwich, to the old recruitin' starf,
- | An' they give to me a paper for to fix my autygrarf!
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- | Just to fix my autygrarf!
- | Lor' you should a 'eard me larf!
- | For the blessed Sergeant-Major wos a tryin' on 'is chaff.
- | Didn't mind the Doctor's soundin's,
- | Nor 'is soap an' water barf!
- | But the fing as knocked me silly wos that bloomin' autygrarf!
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- | I wos took before the colonel, an' I took a Bible oaf
- | That I'd serve my Queen an' country, an' be square unto them boaf.
- | Then they got a printed paper, an' this Colonel on the starf
- | Sez, 'You'll kindly read this over, an' affix your autygrarf!'
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- | To affix my autygrarf!
- | Larf! You orter 'eard me larf!
- | Signin' fings like ''Enry Irvin,' Knight Commornder of the Barf!
- | Made me want to do a swagger
- | Like a Piccadilly calf!
- | On'y fancy! People wantin' Tommy Atkins' autygrarf!
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- | Then I signs my name an' birfplace, an' the county I wos from,
- | An' I dots the 'i' in Atkins, an' I crorst the 't' in tom.
- | A recruit is wurf a dollar, an' the sergeant gets an 'arf;
- | Just for 'andin' me a paper for to put my autygrarf!
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- | Just to put my autygrarf!
- | Larf? You should 'ave 'eard them larf!
- | From the colonel wiv 'is spurs on, to the sergeant in 'is scarf.
- | When I sez, 'Wot's this for, mister?'
- | Sez the colonel, 'Go to Barf!'
- | 'Don't you know the Queen is anxious for to get your autygrarf?'
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- | I 'ave autygrarfed for clobber, I 'ave autygrarfed for pay;
- | I 'ave signed it wiv a flourish, I 'ave signed it wiv a 'j'
- | On an Army Temperance pledge-book
- | (O the straight an' narrer parf!)—
- | To a 'drunk' fine in the pay list, I've affixed my autygrarf!
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- | Wot a name! An autygrarf!
- | 'Nuff to drive a feller darf;
- | Callin' Christian name an 'auty' an' the uvver name a 'grarf,'
- | Writin' in a pocket-ledger—
- | 'Stead of album bound in calf—
- | 'Doo to soldier: Nil' (that's Latin), an' your bloomin' autygrarf!
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- | 'Tis now, as we tighten the girth,
- | 'Tis now, as we buckle the sword,
- | When bitterness hardens our mirth,
- | 'Tis now that we seek you, O Lord!
- | Give us hope now the future is black,
- | From fatuous arrogance ward—
- | The words that we cannot hold back!
- | Give peace in our time, O Lord!
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- | You know of the hate—folly born;
- | You know of the wrath—money bred;
- | The impotent rage, and the scorn,
- | The trust and the faith that are dead.
- | Lest sorrow should spring from the land—
- | The crop of the seed of the sword—
- | O, stay the imperious hand;
- | Give peace in our time, O Lord!
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- | 'Tis good when the man loves the land,
- | 'Tis good when he falls for his creed,
- | But woe to the hate that is fanned
- | By folly begotten of greed.
- | When the weak become foolishly strong,
- | When peoples, unwitting, applaud,—
- | The folly wrought wrong—still is wrong!
- | Give peace in our time, O Lord!
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- | When the voice in the senate is stilled;
- | When the councillor speaks in a tent;
- | When the lands are untended, untilled;
- | What use if the stubborn relent?
- | What gain will the simpleton's shame,
- | The shrifts and lamentings, afford?
- | To-day, on their conduct, the blame;
- | Give peace in our time, O Lord!
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- | Give peace: that is rooted in Right.
- | Give peace: that is strengthened by Grace.
- | Give peace: that we stand in your sight,
- | Thrice over a justified race.
- | 'Tis peace—and with honour—we need,
- | And the child of our child shall award
- | The praise for our failing, or deed.
- | Give peace in our time, O Lord!
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- | We 'ave stowed our ammunition, we 'ave taken in our store,
- | An' our very last instructions we 'ave 'ad by semy-fore;
- | The Flagship's made a signal, 'We wish you all success,'
- | An' we're off to Oojee-Moojee on the armoured cruiser 'Bess.'
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- | *For the King of Oojee-Moojee*
- | *Is a-comin of 'is tricks,*
- | *'E's cheeked the English Consul,*
- | *An 'e's chucked 'is wooden bricks.*
- | *'E won't do kindergarden,*
- | *An' 'e's done 'is lessons wrong;*
- | *Altogether Oojee-Moojee*
- | *Is a-comin' of it strong!*
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- | An' the Point is miles be'ind us, an' 'eadquarters furder still;
- | We've exchanged a friendly greetin' wi' the bloke on Signal 'Ill;
- | We are off to Oojee-Moojee, an' we cannot be detained,
- | For relations dip-lo-matic 'ave become a trifle strained!
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- | Now the King of Oojee-Moojee is a little coloured kid;
- | An' 'e rules some thousand niggers, an' 'e does as 'e is bid!
- | For the Government of England, with 'is interests in view,
- | 'As civilised 'is country—an' collects 'is revenue!
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- | For the King wot reigned afore 'im was an 'eathen nigger thief,
- | So we sent a missionary, for to teach 'im our belief.
- | (To prevent misunderstandin's, an' avoid unpleasant scenes,
- | We likewise sent an 'Otchkiss, an' a 'undred red marines.)
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- | 'E wouldn't take our gospel, an' unpleasantness arose,
- | Which cost six whites, and niggermen proportionate to those;
- | An' we left the King a-swingin' from a 'Lyptus tree above,
- | Just to show as there was iron underneath the velvet glove.
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- | Then our skipper very kindly did an 'andsome sort of thing,
- | For 'e made a proclamation that the nevvy of the King—
- | A funny little kiddy, with a sat-on sorter face—
- | Should rule the Oojee-Moojee, an' should take 'is uncle's place.
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- | So we dressed 'im up in velvets, an' we fed 'im up on buns,
- | An' we gave 'is bit of buntin' a salute of twenty guns,
- | An' we gave to 'im a doctor for to cure 'is chills an' croups;
- | With a tutor, an' a gen'ral for to organise 'is troops.
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- | So 'is tutor taught 'im manners, an' the way to part 'is 'air,
- | An' the gen'ral, in 'is spare time, taught 'im proper ways to sware;
- | The doctor, to complete 'im, was a-teaching him to mill—
- | When 'is 'ighness put the veto on the Education Bill.
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- | Then 'e cheeked the British Consul!
- | Then 'e cussed the doctor's wife!
- | An' 'e chased 'is good, kind tutor, with a bloomin' carvin' knife;
- | Tore 'is books an' burnt 'is grammar (said they wasn't good for 'ealf),
- | Boned some whisky from the General, an' unchristianised 'isself!
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- | *So, we're bound for Oojee-Moojee,*
- | *An we mus'n't be detained;*
- | *For relations dip-lo-matic*
- | *'Ave become a trifle strained:*
- | *'Situations complicated'—*
- | *'Warship ordered to the scene!'—*
- | *Just because a nigger kiddy's*
- | *Playin' truant with the Queen!*
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- | Sing hey! for the sand-freckled plain;
- | Sing ho! for the flower-flushed valley;
- | A song for the ship-sprinkled main,
- | And the sports where the wanderers rally,
- | A song for the lawn sloping down—
- | The lawn with its terrace and fountain,
- | But here's a song of the square white Town
- | By the mist-wrapped, cloud-capped mountain!
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- | The whitewashed, square-cut town,
- | By the grey-green wind-swept sea;
- | The moving throng,
- | And the motor gong,
- | These sing the song for me!
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- | Sing hey! for the Town and its folk,
- | The comers, the goers, the stayers;
- | The just arrived waster, dead-broke,
- | The homeward-bound mummers and players;
- | The white man suspiciously dark!
- | The trooper-man, newly recruited;
- | The hand-bagged and frock-coated clerk,
- | The pioneer corded and booted!
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- | The motley-peopled town!
- | Its raw and cultured folk,
- | Live, work, and play
- | 'Twixt Mount and Bay,
- | And bear one equal yoke.
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- | Sing hey! for the Town, and its dress,
- | The garbs of the twenty-one nations:
- | The Kafir in blanket—and less,
- | The lady in Paris 'creations';
- | The-man-about-town, rather loud,
- | The nigger in checks somewhat rasher;
- | Here, fez to the turban is bow'd,
- | There, top-hat comes off to the 'smasher.'
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- | The particoloured town,
- | Where plush and broadcloth meet:
- | Where Islam's green
- | And Worth-wrought sheen
- | Rub textures in the street!
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- | Sing hey! for the Town, as a town,
- | A song of its bricks and its plaster;
- | The slum that is mouldering down—
- | The mansion that's rising the faster.
- | Sing hey! for its one-storied past,
- | Be-flagged, and be-stoeped, and be-whitened;
- | Its five-storied future more vast,
- | Its breadth to be broadened and heightened.
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- | The grim old, prim old town,
- | A brand-new vestment wears,
- | And arc-lights purr
- | Where blue-gums were,
- | And the blanket-Kafir stares!
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- | In the mountain fold
- | By the green-blue bay,
- | Where the waves are flecked
- | By the evening gold
- | At the close of day;
- | And the berg is decked
- | With a film of grey,
- | And the mountain's frown
- | On the darkening town—
- | My mem'ries stray.
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- | By the fringing beach,
- | By the restless wave,
- | Is the straggling town,
- | And its limits reach
- | From the highest place
- | By the mountain's crown
- | To the mountain's base—
- | Where the waters lave.
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- | Hopeful Town
- | By the Cape of Hope;
- | By the sandy slope
- | Where the Hills look down;
- | By the wind-swept kloof—
- | On the barrack, grim:
- | On the whitened roof,
- | On the garden trim:
- | On the restless Bay
- | Where the sea-fowl whirls
- | And the spume-dust swirls
- | To the Zephyr's whim—
- | At the close of day.
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- | Darkening Bay,
- | Where ever lay
- | Alert to slip
- | From leashes taut
- | A blood-flecked hound
- | In the pale lean ship;
- | And where the sound
- | Of echoing boom
- | From far away
- | Is a full-mouthed bay,
- | As the quarry's found.
- | Mournful bay
- | In green and grey,
- | I've thought on you
- | This many a day.
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- | Sir John of the Isles,
- | 'E stood on 'is lands,
- | An' looked round 'is large estates:
- | The lands of waste, an' the lands of corn;
- | The rose-clad lands, an' the lands of thorn;
- | An' 'is many gun guarded gates.
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- | Sir John of the Isles,
- | 'E sez to T.A.,
- | 'E sez to T.A., sez 'e,
- | 'Oh, you an' your chum, the sailor-man,
- | Must scour the country as far as you can
- | For you are gamekeepers to me.'
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- | Sir John of the Isles,
- | 'E sez to the swells—
- | The Downing Street frock-coated crew—
- | 'You are stewards of mine, on Colonial land,
- | An' my tenants, with seventeen guns an' a band,
- | Shall pay their respects unto you!'
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- | Sez John of the Isles
- | To one of the swells,
- | 'Near the lands where you're goin' to Be
- | Is the dusty estate of a crotchety cuss,
- | 'Oo from time to time causes a great deal of fuss,
- | For 'e thinks 'e's better nor me.'
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- | Sez John of the Isles,
- | 'The tenants 'e rules
- | Are a very peculiar lot.
- | 'Is bailifs are 'Ollanders, chock full of guile,
- | An' they run the estate in a Guy-foxy style.
- | Which is Dynamite, Treason and Plot!'
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- | Sez John of the Isles,
- | 'Don't mind 'is remarks,
- | For the land which is 'is—it was mine;
- | But 'e took it to Law in a court rather grim,
- | An' a kopje-'id jury decided for 'im!
- | An' awarded the land as a fine.'
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- | Sir John of the Isles,
- | 'E sez to the swell,
- | 'You're a gentleman, breedin' an birth,
- | An' in case of a row, without losin' your 'ead,
- | You may take my gamekeepers, an' mark 'is land red!
- | On the survey-map of the Earth!'
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- | We rose, a people of the sea,
- | Nursed by the wind, and rocked by wave.
- | Our hard, rock-founded history,
- | Was born from stories of our brave.
- | And northern ice-blasts steeled our frames
- | When war was but the best of games.
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- | We saw a Roman Empire fall,
- | And fell; but falling, learned to rise.
- | We heard the voice of Progress call,
- | And in our folly we were wise:
- | When Briton, Saxon, Norman, Dane,
- | Bequeathed their progeny the main.
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- | And conquered joined with conqueror;
- | And Norman fire, with Saxon zeal
- | Combined; we swept the world before
- | The twanging bow, and clanging steel.
- | Tyrants unmurm'ring bore our yoke,
- | And braggarts thought before they spoke.
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- | Then Iron Might took Right to wife;
- | And lo! our liberty was born!
- | We revelled in the newer life
- | When King was mated by a pawn.
- | Men lived between, of mighty worth;
- | From Montfort's death to Cromwell's birth.
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- | We bore the arrogance of kings,
- | But bravèd death in fear of God.
- | We rose from great, to greater things.
- | The weak grew potent at our nod.
- | And nations watched the scales of Fate,
- | To see where England threw her weight!
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- | We took our seed to other climes,
- | And from it sprang by divers seas,
- | An Oak—that grew among the Limes!
- | An Oak—among the Blue-gum trees!
- | The Cactus left the land because
- | The Acorn brought its ordered laws.
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- | And like a giant, bearing stings
- | Of gnats, who joy to see him wince,
- | We stand—the envy of the kings
- | Despised by every petty prince!
- | Who know, that while enduring yet,
- | We bear—but we do not forget.
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- | We lived, and live! The world shall see
- | An inextinguishable flame.
- | The nations fade; but we shall be!
- | When Gaul and Teuton are a name!
- | For us the seven seas in one:
- | For landlocked hordes—oblivion.
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- | You can eas'ly understand
- | That the green of medder-land
- | Doesn't strike the bloke that 'as to push the roller;
- | An' Nature at the best,
- | When you put 'er to the test,
- | Undiluted, is a very poor consoler.
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- | An' the blue of summer skies
- | 'As no beauties for the eyes
- | Of defaulters on parade in marchin' order;
- | An' the rainiest of morns
- | Brings no feelin's—'cept to corns,
- | Of a feller pickin' oakum with a warder.
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- | Wot's the beauty of the spot,
- | When you're bein' drilled with shot?
- | Wot is Nature when you're checked for bein' dirty?
- | An' eternity's a blank
- | To a feller on the crank,
- | When ev'ry blessed minute seems like thirty!
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- | Bein' punished for your deeds,
- | On fatig' a-pickin' weeds,
- | Can a bloke admire the beauties of the clover?
- | Does the sunset on the 'ills
- | Give defaulters any thrills
- | Except to know the day is nearly over.
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- | Bein' frog-marched to the clink,
- | Does a feller stop to think
- | On the grass before 'is eyes so swif'ly runnin',
- | 'Ow that ev'ry single blade
- | Is most wonderfully made
- | Wiv a skill beyond all artificial cunnin'?
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- | An' you cannot pant for wars
- | When you're scrubbin' barrack floors,
- | Or get inspired on bully-beef an' biscuit:
- | It requires a poet's soul
- | When a feller's cartin' coal
- | To think 'isself in danger, an' to risk it.
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- | Does a feller care a D—
- | For the friskin' of a lamb,
- | When 'e 'as to watch the friskin' thro' a gratin'?
- | Does the lowin' of the 'erds,
- | Or the twitterin' of the birds,
- | Soothe a feller when for punishment 'e's waitin'?
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- | L' ENVOI
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- | In the deepest pits of 'Ell,
- | Where the worst defaulters dwell
- | (Charcoal devils used as fuel as you require 'em),
- | There's some lovely coloured rays,
- | Pyrotechnical displays:
- | *But you can't expect the burnin' to admire 'em!*
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- | There are gardins, an' there's gardins,
- | Some are good, an' some are not.
- | There are gardins in a glass 'ouse
- | Where the air is allus 'ot.
- | But whether on a winder-ledge,
- | Or in a flower-pot,
- | I'll back our Colonel's gardin
- | For to lick the bilin' lot.
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- | There are gardners, *an'* there's gardners,
- | Some are great, an' some are small.
- | Some could change a bloomin' brickfield
- | To a Covent Gard'n ball!
- | There are some 'oo couldn't 'ardly
- | Fix a creeper to a wall!
- | But I'll back our Colonel's gardner,
- | Jerry Jordan, 'gin 'em all!
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- | O the flowers they are lovely!
- | An' the roses they are fair;
- | An' the daisies they are winkin'
- | Thro' a lash of maiden-'air!
- | An' the lilies, tall an' naked—
- | Tho' it's little that they care!
- | An' the garden—under Jerry—
- | Is a place beyond compare!
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- | There are flowers bloomin' early,
- | There are flowers bloomin' late;
- | There is 'oneysuckle climbin'
- | On the porchway, by the gate.
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- | There's some cress an' mustard growin'
- | On a commissairy plate!
- | O the garden it is lovely—
- | That's when Jerry's on the straight!
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- | \* \* \* \* \*
- |
- | O the garden it's neglected.
- | An' the pinks 'ave ceased to pink,
- | An' the petals they are droppin',
- | An' the blooms they bend and sink.
- | O the flowers they are fadin'
- | Now that Jerry's took to drink!
- | O the flowers they're neglected—
- | Jerry Jordan's in the clink!
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- | For the flowers will not blossom,
- | An' they don't give out no smells,
- | The convul'vus it is weepin'
- | From its verigated bells.
- | An' the lily's in hysterics,
- | An' she faints away in spells:
- | O there's weepin', an' there's wailin'—
- | Jerry Jordan's doin' cells!
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- | \* \* \* \* \*
- |
- | O the path is rolled an' gravelled,
- | An' the gardin's fresh as rain,
- | An' the weeds that strewed the borders
- | They no longer there remain.
- | An' the flowers they are smilin',
- | For they're out of all their pain;
- | An' the bees they 'um for gladness—
- | Jerry Jordan's out again!
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- | By the bond that binds the scattered folk to home,
- | We have come.
- | By the love to dear old England which you bear—
- | And we share,
- | By the knowledge of the Empire you extend—
- | Britain's friend!—
- | We are gathered, many thousand people, to
- | Welcome you!
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- | We are strangers drawn together by one tie,
- | They and I,
- | Merely men who, having never met before,
- | Meet no more!
- | But a common cause has bridged the social breach,
- | Each to each
- | Has one soft word of fellowship to say,
- | Here to-day.
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- | If you search among our numbers you will find
- | Every kind:
- | Dutchman, Briton, 'Africander,' and Malay
- | In array;
- | Christian, Mussulman, and he of Abram's seed—
- | Every creed:
- | With the worshippers of *Sakyanumi's* mud—
- | Mighty Budh.
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- | But if every heart was melted, and when done
- | Moulded one—
- | If a welcome in a polyglotic tongue
- | Could be sung—
- | If one voice could speak our sentiments to-day,
- | We would say,
- | Very simply: 'We are glad that you are come—
- | Welcome home!'
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- | We have followed you, and watched your noble stand
- | For your land.
- | And your triumphs and your greatly troubled hours.
- | Have been ours:
- | And our sympathetic wishes for your cause,
- | Have been yours:
- | Since the day on which you left us to go forth,
- | 'For my North!'
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- | We have followed you through many foreign ways,
- | In these days.
- | By the Nilus, on the Desert, new surveyed,
- | You have strayed:
- | By the Pyramids and palms of Cairo town,
- | Parched and brown:
- | By the quiet shades of Oxford, prim and green,
- | You have been.
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- | In the stately city hall, in spirit we
- | Came to see
- | The cheering thousands testify belief,
- | In their Chief.
- | In the regal courts of Potsdam, at your side
- | We were tied,
- | By the tighter bond than kinship ever drew—-
- | We and you!
-
- | If our hearts in concord melted and were run
- | Into one!
- | If a welcome in a polyglotic tongue.
- | Could be sung:
- | If two words could voice our sentiments to-day,
- | We would say—
- | Very simply, being glad that you are come—
- | 'Welcome home!'
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- | There's a voice that calls to Mecca, there's a voice that calls to Rome.
- | (O the Holiest of Holies! O the Temple and the Shrine!)
- | There's a bleating from a pasture, and it calls a wand'rer home.
- | (O the friskings of the yearlings, and the lowing of the kine!)
- | There's a penetrating whisper that can rise above the gale
- | From the cot of thatch and plaster, from the oaken-gabled hall,
- | From the limpid lake of silver in the verdant velvet vale,
- | From the shamrock and the heather,
- | Hear the call!
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- | There's a voice that calls the waster, when the doors of home are shut.
- | (O the voice of club and chamber, and the arc-light burning blue!)
- | There's a voice that calls the trooper in his daub and wattle hut.
- | (O the midnight cabs that rattle from the Strand to Waterloo!)
- | There's a voice for ever calling from the Square and from the Slum,
- | From the Hornsey Rise to Brixton, from St. Saviour's to St. Paul's.
- | 'Tis the never-changing message of the everlasting 'Come'
- | To the brick and to the mortar.
- | London calls!
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- | You may still the voice of conscience, and suppress the blush of shame.
- | (O the deed that made you outlaw! O the folly and the sin!)
- | But never man ignored it when the call to London came.
- | (The call from belfry tower! O the clanging, banging din!)
- | 'Tis the wooded green of Greenwich with the deer among the fern.
- | 'Tis the bleak, blank streets of Lambeth, where the
- | drizzling fog-mist falls.
- | It's a weary aching whisper, and it murmurs, 'O return
- | To the Elegance, the Squalor.
- | London calls!'
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- | 'Tis the swelling roar of Epsom, with the backers seven deep.
- | (O the rush around the Corner, and the finish on the Straight!)
- | 'Tis the tinkling hum of Henley as it snuggles down to sleep.
- | (O the light-lined laughing river, with its fairy-fancied féte!)
- | 'Tis the growl of Ratcliffe Highway, 'tis the lisp of Rotten Row;
- | 'Tis the beauty that entrances, 'tis the horror that appals;
- | 'Tis the firemen's horses tearing to the midnight sky aglow;
- | It's a vague and restless—something.
- | London calls!
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- | It is early morning Fleet Street, when the throbbing presses fly.
- | (O the Father of the Chapel! O the ticking, talking tape!)
- | 'Tis the universal High Street, where the world may see and buy.
- | (O the steamboat of Newcastle! O the feather of the Cape!)
- | 'Tis the heart of all creation, where the veins of commerce meet;
- | 'Tis the centre seat in gall'ry, 'tis the booked and numbered stalls;
- | 'Tis the barrow in Whitechapel, 'tis the brougham in Regent Street;
- | 'Tis the Commonplace—the Novel.
- | London calls!
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- | 'Tis the glitter and the jingle on the Foreign Office stairs.
- | (O the starred and gartered Levee! O the Rulers of the Land!)
- | 'Tis the crowd about the stretcher and the burden that it bears.
- | (O the ward in darkened silence! O the swiftly running sand!)
- | 'Tis the message of the letter, 'tis the message of the wire;
- | 'Tis the dainty hand that types it, 'tis the awkward fist that scrawls;
- | 'Tis the memory that sickens, 'tis the thought that burns 'like fire;
- | 'Tis the life that's worth the living!
- | London calls!
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- | 'Tis the cheering of the Commons and the cry of 'Who goes home?'
- | (O the bell that rings Division! O the seat beneath the card!)
- | 'Tis the choir-boys' voices rising to the lofty, painted dome.
- | (O the flutter of the pigeons in the flagged and mossy yard!)
- | 'Tis the Sabbath bells that echo down the silent city streets;
- | 'Tis the Steel inside the Velvet! 'Tis the stroking hand that mauls!
- | 'Tis the Tutor, it's the Master. It prepares and it completes!
- | It is London—and it's LONDON!
- | And it calls!
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- | Going up—and by all one man's will!
- | Untrodden lands shall echo with our roars,
- | Our engines' wheels shall break the mountains' still,
- | Uncharted rivers see us by their shores;
- | And where the lions drink, and panthers prey,
- | Shall lie the ballast of our iron-bound way.
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- | Going up! Primæval forest, where
- | The Bushman lurks with poison at his lips,
- | Must give its best, and all its treasures bare,
- | When our iron-monster in its hollows dips;
- | And caves, from which the cobra issues forth,
- | Shall be a Somewhere Junction—for the North.
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- | Going up! Eternal snows, that crown
- | The lonely summits of the lordly hills,
- | Shall look upon our laboured paths, and frown
- | Upon the girdered bridge that spans their rills;
- | But, clinging to the slope, with scanty hold,
- | The road shall be unfastened, fold by fold.
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- | Going up! The stifling winds that blow
- | Across the sweep of fiery desert waste
- | Shall clog and cloy our workings as we go,
- | And strive to check us in our desp'rate haste,
- | With sand that holds us in its shifting clutch—
- | And iron and brass shall blister to the touch.
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- | Going up! The Nile in sullen wrath
- | Shall rise and smite the sleeper from the rail,
- | And say: 'Behold the Mistress of the North!
- | Who does not let the work of man prevail!'
- | But patient man shall strive against her might
- | Until the palms of Cairo are in sight!
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- AFRICAN EXHIBITION, 1898
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- | Father of all!
- | Robèd in splendour,
- | Thou who dost wield
- | Almighty power,
- | All things are thine,
- | Fruitage and flower—
- | Cattle and kine—
- | Vineyard and field!
- | Hear, when we call.
- | Praising the Sender!
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- | Father of all!
- | Strong to deliver!
- | Here, do we place,
- | Down at Thy feet,
- | Fruits of our hands—
- | Trophies of wheat,
- | Won from Thy lands—
- | Trophies of chase.
- | Hear, when we call,
- | Praising the Giver!
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- | Father of all!
- | Weaver and fuller;
- | Craftsman and herd;
- | Chapman and knave;
- | Worker and drone;
- | Headman and slave,
- | Worship a-prone—
- | Bow to Thy word!
- | Hear Thou our call,
- | Praising the Ruler!
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- | Father of all!
- | Billow and breaker
- | Sink to Thy nod!
- | Here, have we brought,
- | That which we found,
- | That which we wrought,
- | Drawn from Thy ground,
- | Culled from Thy sod.
- | Hear, when we call,
- | Praising the Maker!
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- | Father of all!
- | Thine is the story
- | Written in space!
- | What Thou hast made
- | Knows not of death.
- | Let us not fade,
- | Catching Thy breath,
- | Live by Thy grace!
- | Hear Thou our call,
- | Thine is the Glory!
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If you are not located in the United -States, you'll have to check the laws of the country where you are -located before using this ebook. - - - -Title: Writ in Barracks -Author: Edgar Wallace -Release Date: August 08, 2015 [EBook #49658] -Language: English -Character set encoding: US-ASCII - - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WRIT IN BARRACKS *** - - - - -Produced by Al Haines. - - - - - - *WRIT IN BARRACKS* - - - BY - - *EDGAR WALLACE* - - - - METHUEN AND CO. - 36 ESSEX STREET: STRAND - LONDON - 1900 - - _Colonial Library_ - - - - - DEDICATION - - TO THE RANK AND FILE OF - THE ROYAL ARMY MEDICAL CORPS - AMONGST WHOM I SPENT SIX HAPPY YEARS - OF MY LIFE, THIS COLLECTION OF VERSES - MOSTLY WRITTEN IN BARRACKS - IS ADMIRINGLY - DEDICATED - - RONDEBOSCH - _April_ 4, 1900 - - - - -_'Ginger James' appeared originally in the 'Daily Chronicle,' 'Make your -own Arrangements' in the 'Pall Mall Gazette,' as also did 'T. A. in -Love.' 'Legacies' is reproduced by the kind permission of the 'Daily -News,' and 'Arthur' and 'Her Majesty has been Pleased--' of the 'Evening -News.' Most of the others are new to the English reader._ - - - - - *CONTENTS* - -WAR -ARMY DOCTOR -NICHOLSON'S NEK -MY PAL, THE BOER -SONG OF THE FIRST TRAIN THROUGH -THE NAVAL BRIGADE -THE ARMOURED TRAIN -MAKE YOUR OWN ARRANGEMENTS -GINGER JAMES -'HER MAJESTY HAS BEEN PLEASED--' -ARTHUR -LEGACIES -T. A. IN LOVE -TOMMY ADVISES -THE NUMBER ONE -BRITANNIA TO HER FIRST-BORN -TOMMY TO HIS LAUREATE -THE MISSION THAT FAILED -THE PRAYER -CEASE FIRE -TOMMY'S AUTOGRAPH -AT THE BRINK! -THE KING OF OOJEE-MOOJEE -THE SONG OF THE TOWN -BY SIMON'S BAY -THE SQUIRE -THE SEA-NATION -NATURE FAILS -THE COLONEL'S GARDEN -THE PEOPLE TO CECIL JOHN RHODES, JULY 18, 1899 -WHEN LONDON CALLS! -CAIROWARDS -ODE TO THE OPENING OF THE SOUTH AFRICAN EXHIBITION, 1898 - - - - - *WAR* - - - I - - A tent that is pitched at the base: - A wagon that comes from the night: - A stretcher--and on it a Case: - A surgeon, who's holding a light. - The Infantry's bearing the brunt-- - O hark to the wind-carried cheer! - A mutter of guns at the front: - A whimper of sobs at the rear. - And it's _War_! 'Orderly, hold the light. - You can lay him down on the table: so. - Easily--gently! Thanks--you may go.' - And it's War! but the part that is not for show. - - II - - A tent, with a table athwart, - A table that's laid out for one; - A waterproof cover--and nought - But the limp, mangled work of a gun. - A bottle that's stuck by the pole, - A guttering dip in its neck; - The flickering light of a soul - On the wondering eyes of The Wreck, - And it's _War_! 'Orderly, hold his hand. - I'm not going to hurt you, so don't be afraid. - A ricochet! God! what a mess it has made!' - And it's _War_! and a very unhealthy trade. - - III - - The clink of a stopper and glass: - A sigh as the chloroform drips: - A trickle of--what? on the grass, - And bluer and bluer the lips. - The lashes have hidden the stare.... - A rent, and the clothes fall away.... - A touch, and the wound is laid bare.... - A cut, and the face has turned grey.... - And it's _War_! 'Orderly, take It out. - It's hard for his child, and it's rough on his wife, - There might have been--sooner--a chance for his life. - But it's _War_! And--Orderly, clean this knife!' - - - - - *ARMY DOCTOR* - - - Army Doctor! Army Doctor! - 'Ere's some 'cruities for inspection,-- - Some in rags, an' some in cuffs. - Some in shirts, an' some without 'em, - Wot a blessed strange collection! - Served before? You needn't doubt 'em, - Bloomin' muffs! - - Army Doctor! Army Doctor! - Take your sword, an' drop your lancet, - Teach your nurses 'ow to fight! - 'Ow to march the dead march--solemn! - 'Ow to route march--an' to dance it! - Teach 'em 'ow to march in column, - By the right! - - Army Doctor! Army Doctor! - Gold an' velvet! 'broidered lacin's, - 'Oldin' 'igh your bloomin' 'ead! - 'Seen you peel that coat so winnin', - 'Seen you stain them pretty facin's, - 'Seen your 'ighly glossy linen, - Splattered red! - - Army Doctor! Army Doctor! - 'Sun is 'ot--an' we are learnin' - Lessons in the cholera school, - We're fear-sick, an' mad as 'atters, - Throat a-parchin', 'ead a-burnin', - Seems to me, _you're_ takin' matters - Rather cool! - - Army Doctor! Army Doctor! - Spurs and swagger! Cuff an' collar! - Up to ev'ry bloomin' trick! - 'Seen you--as I've seen none other-- - Go to--where _I_ dursn't foller! - 'Seen you act the man and brother - To the sick! - - Army Doctor! Army Doctor! - Things by Engineers forgotten, - _You_ 'ave got to recollect. - Tho' you're such a gilded dandy, - When the meat is goin' rotten, - Chances are, _you're_ somewhere 'andy - To inspect! - - Army Doctor! Army Doctor! - Where the firin' never ceases, - Where the 'uddled soldier lies, - Where the Mauser bullets shave 'im, - Gawd! they're chippin' 'im to pieces! - Git 'im out of fire an' save 'im.... - _Well done, Guys!_ - - - - - *NICHOLSON'S NEK* - - - _They gave their best at Waterloo,_ - _For the honour of England's name;_ - _They threw their best on a hundred fields,_ - _To put our foes to shame._ - _'Tis good that England's soldier men_ - _To-day can do the same._ - - They have proved their worth, - To the ends of the earth. - They have striven and won,--and failed! - They have shown their might, - On the Dargai Height, - When the _mollah's_ bullets hailed. - - They have laid their dead, - In the river bed, - On the site of their last brave stand. - They have buried at night, - By a lantern light, - In a grave that they scooped in the sand. - - And far and wide, - They have done and died, - By donga, and veldt, and kloof. - And the lonely grave, - Of the honoured brave, - Is a proof--if we need a proof, - They won--and died, - And we glorified - The men of the barrack schools. - They died--and failed, - And in wrath we railed - At the fault of the bungling fools! - - And perhaps it is good - That we change our mood, - And perchance it is well to blame, - And to seek elsewhere, - For some men to bear, - The weight of our foolish shame. - But the fight hard fought, - Must it go for nought - Because of its hapless turn? - Must we then withhold, - For the life hard sold, - The Honour it died to earn? - - When hot and tired, - With the last round fired, - And never a ray of hope-- - What then the shame? - They were just the same - Who charged Talana's slope! - You may give and take, - As the shrapnels rake, - When your batt'ry has replied; - But you cannot live - When there's too much give, - From the guns on the open side. - - Good men are they, - Who gain the day,-- - And victory is sweet,-- - And just as brave - Who do not rave - At every small defeat. - For the fight hard fought - Must not go for nought, - Because of its hapless turn; - Nor we withhold, - For the life hard sold, - The Honour it died to earn. - - _We gave our best at Waterloo,_ - _For the honour of England's name;_ - _We threw our best on a hundred fields_ - _To put our foes to shame._ - _'Tis good that England's soldier men_ - _To-day can do the same._ - - - - - *MY PAL, THE BOER* - - - We met without appointment on an 'ill, - I comed upon the beggar without warnin'; - Layin' down be'ind a boulder, - With 'is rifle to 'is shoulder, - He sent along wot's Dutch for a 'Good-mornin'.' - 'E missed me with a fair amount of skill, - An' 'fore 'e'd time to mount, an' get from danger, - I was takin' of my rest, - By a sittin' on 'is chest, - An' a sayin' to the welcome little stranger:-- - - 'My pal, the Boer! - You're a prisoner of war' - ('E tried to break my jaw, but that's a trifle); - 'You can't escape me, can yer? - In the name of Rule Britannia, - I commandeer your 'orse an' Mauser rifle!' - - You wouldn't call 'is manners over bright, - An' you wouldn't term 'is disposition sunny, - An' 'e 'ad a silly notion - That the cause of the commotion - Was Chamberlain a-fightin' for 'is money; - An' 'e fancied that the British flag was white-- - 'Twas a silly fancy--still we must excuse it, - When the Lancers came along - 'E felt a trifle _bong_! - 'E soon found out the proper way to use it! - - My pal, the Boer, - Ain't used to proper war, - But tho' 'e scorns the flag an' does the grandy, - The 'igh an' mighty scorner, - When we get 'im in a corner, - 'E FINDS A FLAG OF TRUCE IS MIGHTY 'ANDY! - - - - - *SONG OF THE FIRST TRAIN THROUGH* - - - Line Clear to Witteputs! I wind around the guarded hill, - And thunder o'er the lean long bridge that spans the sombre - stream; - No uptorn rail to devastate, no culvert gap to fill, - And where the outpost feared to ride, I gather up my steam. - - (_I passed a little mound of earth that bore the cross's - sign,--_ - _A Colonel, and a dozen men, who fell to clear the line._) - - Line Clear to Belmont: and I feel the ballast shaking down: - My flanges bite the new-laid rail and prove the new-thrust pin. - On either side the purple ridge, the veldt land sickly brown, - The 'distant off' says 'Welcome,' and the 'Home' says 'Come ye - in.' - - (_Two thousand guardsmen rushed the Kop--a score are buried - here,_ - _And here are laid some Fusiliers--they fell to give Line - Clear._) - - Line Clear to Graspan: so I run adown the gentle grade, - Nor notice in my joyful haste the kopje stubble grown, - And wildly bouldered foot to crest where fell a half brigade, - What time the bristling mountain-side with segment shell was - sown. - - (_The mess-deck and the ward-room thinned to give the line - pratique_ - _Line Clear from Graspan--so, half-mast the Ensign at the - Peak._) - - Line Clear: along the new-spliced wires that droop from pole to - pole, - By Enslin, where the helio glared fitfully and fleet, - The word is passed across the plain to where the rivers roll,-- - To where, tree-fringed in eddying swirls, the Modder meets the - Riet. - - (_In heat and thirst and weariness a hundred dying lay,_ - _A hundred bloody forms grew stiff to give me Right Away._) - - Line Clear: I face the grim gaunt range that stretches east and - west - ('Twas by its base, near Magers farm, that Wauchope's men went - down): - I skirt the ridge that hid the guns, and gleefully I breast - The easy rise that brings in view the long-beleaguered town. - - (_Line Clear: o'er blood, and sweat, and pain, and sorrow's_ - _road I ran,_ - _And every sleeper was a wound, and every rail a man._) - - - - - *THE NAVAL BRIGADE* - - - When you're pickin' your men for a fight, - When choosin' the corps that'll serve, - It's only quite proper an' right - To fix upon muscle an' nerve, - An' so, to your heavy Dragoons-- - Your Granny-dear Guards an' their band-- - To your Sappers with bridgin' pontoons, - You can buckle the Lower Deck Hand! - - (_The Lower Deck Hand_ - _Doesn't want any band;_ - _He's grit, an he's sand_ - _Is the Lower Deck Hand._) - - His march is a go-as-you-please; - He most keeps step with hisself! - For his boots ain't conducive to ease, - Bein' mostly kept packed on a shelf! - Tho' he isn't so span or so spic-- - Tho' his marchin' ain't what you'd call grand-- - He gets to the front just as quick - Does the elegant Lower Deck Hand! - - (_The Lower Deck Hand_ - _Wasn't reared in the Strand;_ - _But he's good to command,_ - _Is the Lower Deck Hand._) - - You may swear by the jolly marines, - 'Per marey, per tarey' they fight-- - Not speakin' for them in their 'teens-- - I don't mind admittin' your right. - But all that the Joey has got, - As I'd have all the world understand, - He's learnt--well, he's learnt quite a lot - From his tooter--the Lower Deck Hand! - - (_The Lower Deck Hand_ - _Is a mine that's unpanned;_ - _An' he's yours to command,_ - _Is the Lower Deck Hand._) - - He doesn't shape well at Reviews, - I've known him to spit in the ranks; - But we've never been asked to excuse - A fault, when he's guarding the flanks. - An' when there's a break in the square - Or a place where the Line cannot stand, - I'll tell you the chap to put there-- - 'Jack Mullow'--the Lower Deck Hand. - - (_The Lower Deck Hand_ - _Will die as he 'll stand;_ - _He's tempered an land,_ - _Is the Lower Deck Hand._) - - When you're hemmed in a tight little hole, - By a greatly outnumbering foe, - It's a matter of stokin' an' coal - How far we're away from the foe. - When the Infantry's needin' some aid, - When the 'tillery gets under-man'd,-- - Make way for the Naval Brigade!-- - His Highness the Lower Deck Hand! - - (_The Lower Deck Hand_ - _With his guns he can land,_ - _An he'll kick up some sand,_ - _Will the Lower Deck Hand._) - - - - - *THE ARMOURED TRAIN* - - - There's risk on the ballasted roadway, - There's death on the girdered bridge, - Red ruin from sleeper to sleeper, - And wreck on the bouldered ridge. - No signal to herald my coming, - No whistle to waken the plain; - Stand clear--I am out for patrolling! - Make way for the Armoured Train! - - I run not to time, nor to table, - I'm neither an 'Up' nor a 'Down,' - But 'Full speed ahead' is my order, - When skirting the enemy's town. - My mails have a backing of cordite, - My luggage is powder and shell, - With smoke-stack a-blazing I thunder, - A traveller's sample of Hell! - - They have laid me a mine by a culvert, - They have loosened a bolt by a curve, - But thrice-tested steel is my muscle, - And thrice-tested brass is my nerve. - A curse for their bungling folly, - A laugh for the death-trap that fails, - A hang for the enemy's miner, - So long as I keep to the rails. - - A cheer--and I pull from the township - To spy out the enemy's line; - A plunge--and I rush into darkness - As reckless of wreckage as mine. - And what if a rail has been lifted? - And what if a river's unspanned? - I fail, but I know in the failing - I strove at the Empire's command. - - They were men who at Badajos conquered, - They were men who for Wellington struck, - And a Man is the Man at the Throttle, - And a Man is the Man on the Truck. - Undismayed I may go to destruction. - For I know at the end I may feel - I die with the men on the footplate, - I pass with my brothers in steel. - - - - - *MAKE YOUR OWN ARRANGEMENTS* - - - When the depot soldier's dinin' on three-quarters of a pound, - If there's too much bone to please 'im, or the meat is extry - tough, - 'E 'as got a chance of grousin' when 'is orficer goes round, - 'E can draw upon the mess-book, if 's rations ain't enough. - But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own - arrangements! - When you're cut orf from the column, an' supplies are runnin' - low, - It ain't no 'too much fat, sir!' - But it's bread--an' glad of that, sir! - O it's _bake_ your own arrangements--out of flour--as you go! - - When the depot soldier's on parade 'e sparkles an' 'e shines. - When the depot soldier's drillin' 'e must make each motion - 'tell.' - When the depot soldier's marchin' 'e must march on drill-book - lines. - 'E 'as got a drill-instructor, an' 'e does it very well. - But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own - arrangements! - When the camp is rushed at midnight, an' you're fallin' in--to - die! - O there ain't no drill-rules set there, - But it's take your gun--an' get there! - When you make your own arrangements, you must grab your belt an' - fly. - - The depot soldier's grounded in a systematic drill; - 'E also knows wot's 'rendezvous' an' what is 'bivouac.' - 'E knows the use of rifle-pits, the proper way to kill-- - 'E understands the principles an' the'ries of attack. - But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own - arrangements! - When you're dodgin' tons of boulder, climbin' mount'ins under - fire, - An' the drill-book won't assist you - Till the fallin' rocks 'ave missed you! - So you make your own arrangements--an' you climb a little - 'igher! - - When the depot soldier's wantin' with 'is orficer to speak, - 'E must 'alt two paces from 'im, an' salute before the start. - An' 'e mustn't try to argue, an' 'e mustn't give no cheek; - An' if 'is Captain slangs 'im--'e must take it in good part. - But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own - arrangements! - When you see 'im lying wounded, all the circumstances change. - An' you don't 'eed no instructions; - An' you don't need introductions; - But you make your own arrangements--an' you get 'im out of - range. - - When the depot soldier sickens, when the depot soldier dies, - 'E is buried by 'is comrades in the regulation style. - 'E is covered by an ensign of the regulation size, - An' 'e gets a firin' party made of thirteen rank an' file. - But it's make your own arrangements! Make your own - arrangements! - When the Colonel reads the service by a guard-room lantern - light. - When in silent rows you've laid 'em - In a trench your bay'nets made 'em, - O, it's make your own arrangements when you bury in the night! - - - - - *GINGER JAMES* - - - A spell I 'ad to wait - Outside the barrick gate, - For Ginger James was passin' out as I was passin' in; - 'E was only a recruit, - But I give 'im the salute, - For I'll never git another chance of givin' it agin! - - 'E'd little brains, I'll swear, - Beneath 'is ginger 'air, - 'Is personal attractions, well, they wasn't very large; - 'E was fust in ev'ry mill, - An' a foul-mouthed brute, but still - We'll forgive 'im all 'is drawbacks--'e 'as taken 'is discharge. - - 'E once got fourteen days, - For drunken, idle ways, - An' the Colonel said the nasty things that colonels sometimes - say; - 'E called him to 'is face - The regiment's disgrace-- - But the Colonel took 'is 'at off when 'e passed 'im by to-day. - - For days 'e used to dwell - Inside a guard-room cell, - Where they put the darbies on 'im for a 'owlin' savage brute; - But as by the guard 'e went - They gave 'im the present, - The little bugler sounded off the 'General Salute.' - - The band turned out to play - Poor Ginger James away; - 'Is Captain an' 'is Company came down to see 'im off; - An' thirteen file an' rank, - With three rounds each of blank; - An' 'e rode down on a carriage, like a bloomin' city toff! - - 'E doesn't want no pass, - 'E's journeying first-class; - 'Is trav'lling rug's a Union Jack, which isn't bad at all; - The tune the drummers play - It ain't so very gay, - But a rather slow selection, from a piece that's known as - 'Saul.' - - - - - *'HER MAJESTY HAS BEEN PLEASED--'* - - - Wot a crowd of people! - Wot a sea of faces! - 'Ow the ladies' parasols are glist'nin' in the sun! - Troops in 'open order,' - Captains in their places. - Wish the day was over, and I wish the job was done! - - Wot a lot of civvies! - Mus' be 'arf the city! - Like a mob on Boxing-night outside Drury Lane! - Ain't it perfect weather? - More's the blessed pity! - Wish instead of sunshine it was pourin' 'ard o' rain! - - Comes of bein' famous-- - Mentioned in despatches! - Comes of me a-carrying the Major to the rear! - Empty stomach fighting-- - Getting sleep by snatches!-- - 'Ow the troops must cuss me for a-keeping them out 'ere! - - 'Ow the people eye me, - Like a choice chrysanth'um! - 'Ow this collar's chokin' me!--Lord! I'm feelin' sick! - Troops are at the 'shoulder'-- - 'Pre-sent'--there's the anthem! - 'Ow I 'ope 'er Majesty will get it over quick! - - Wonder if I'm dusty? - 'Elmet feels lopsided! - Chuck a chest for 'Eaven's sake! _Lord_, I'm feelin' queer! - Twenty times they've brushed me, - Twice 'ave I been tidied, - Yet I'm feelin' mucky still. Private Jawkins? 'ERE! - - Face the lan-dow panels, - Dumbly; likewise blindly, - Seein' in a sorter mist a lady dressed in black: - 'Ear 'er sof'ly talkin'. - Thanks, mum, thank you kindly! - Saw the Major fallin', and I 'ad to take 'im back! - - Thank you, mum--your 'Ighness-- - Majesty, I mean, mum! - 'M sure I'm much obliged to you for this 'ere pretty Cross! - Bless you, you're a lady! - Mean you are the Queen, mum! - On'y picked the Major up an' shoved 'im on an 'orse! - - 'Saw our Sub go under, - 'Alf 'is men around 'im - Cut to bits--an' 'im so young,--yes mum, very sad. - Yes mum, 'e was buried - In the place we found 'im. - Thank you, mum,--your Majesty (God, I'm feelin' bad!) - - - - - *ARTHUR* - - - 'Oo's the Gen'ral 'ere? sez I; - 'Oo's the Gen'ral 'ere? - 'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, so you 'aven't got - nothin' to fear.' - But 'e marched me 'ere, an' 'e marched me there, - To burn blank cartridges everywhere; - An' 'e made me sweat, an' 'e made me swear-- - Did Arthur! - - Wot can the Gen'ral do? sez I; - Wot can the Gen'ral do? - 'O, 'e 's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, an' 'e don't know - much about _you_!' - But 'e doubled me round on a big field day: - An' 'e checked me for loafin'--a mile away! - An' I found there's a time for work an' play - With Arthur! - - Wot 'as the Gen'ral done, sez I? - Wot 'as the Gen'ral done? - 'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, an' they chucked 'im 'is - rank for fun!' - But that was a lie, for I found out since - 'E's ninepence a soldier an' thruppence a prince! - 'E stood fire in Egypt, an' 'e didn't wince! - Not Arthur! - - Wot does the Gen'ral know? sez I; - Wot does the Gen'ral know? - 'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, an' 'e 's on'y - got up for show!' - But I 'chanced' kit inspection, an' thought it a 'cert.'; - But 'e put me down, smart, for a tunic an' shirt! - An', insult to injury--checked me for dirt! - Did Arthur! - - 'Ow is 'e liked by you? sez I; - 'Ow is 'e liked by you? - 'O, 'e's a Prince o' the Royal Blood, but I reckon - some'ow 'e'll do!' - - I'm willin' to risk, as I've done before, - A Fox 'Ills fight, or a native war, - Or front rank man in an Army Corps, - With Arthur! - - Wot is 'e, after all? sez I; - Wot is 'e, after all? - 'O, 'e's a swaddle, the same as you, an' 'e goes to the - "orficers' call"!' - 'E's a gentleman, Tommy, when all's said an' done! - 'Is ma is the lady 'oo 's second to none, - An' we love 'er the better because of 'er son-- - That's Arthur! - - - - - *LEGACIES* - - - The dog is yours; and so's the photo frames, - Them pictures wot I cut, an' my new box. - The pack of cards, the dominoes, an' games, - The knittin' needles, an' the knitted socks, - An' all, except the letters and the ring-- - You'll find them all together tied with string. - - My public clothin'--that goes back to stores-- - My kit'll sell by auction on the square; - An' other fellers will be 'formin' fours' - An' 'markin' time' in boots I used to wear. - They're welcome; but you won't forget to send - The ring an' all the letters to my----friend? - - The pain ain't near so bad as wot it were - The day they dragged me from the limber wheels; - Ain't I a wreck! for God's sake don't tell 'er; - Say it was fever--peaceful--in the 'ills; - An' write about the wreaths, the 'Jack,' and band, - An'--send a bit of hair: you understand? - - The ring---- Oh no, the doctor lets me talk, - I ain't a-tirin'--'cept a funny light, - An' just a feelin' that I'd like to walk - To where it seems to flicker in the night. - Better for me to go with aching 'ead, - Than go in trouble with my say unsaid. - - The ring--it ain't long since she sent it back; - I never meant no 'arm, God only knows, - But things--I can't tell now--looked very black, - And she believed the others--I suppose, - I'm sorry for 'er now--that cursed wheel!-- - You see she is a woman, an' she'll _feel_. - - * * * * * - - The dog is yours, I told you that before. - The spurs you'll find 'em in my private kit. - The letters, an' the ring, an' nothin' more,-- - _An'_ hair--it's foolish--but a little bit. - - * * * * * - - 'Our Father'--Lord, how strange! It's all--ri'--sir. - _The--lett--an--th'--ring--an'--hair--for--'er!_ - - - - - *T. A. IN LOVE* - - - Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee! - Sittin' with my elbow on my knee. - I _orter_ be a polishin' the meat-dish an' the can-- - (I _orter_ draw the groceries--for I am ord'ly man! - But wot are bloomin' ration calls, an' wot's a pot or pan, - When I'm dreaming O my darlin' one, of thee?) - Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee! - - Firin' at the rifle range I be. - I've missed a fust-class targit--an' I've missed the 'ill - be'ind! - I nearly shot a marker once! (which wasn't very kind); - The orficer 'e swears at me--but re'ly, I don't mind! - I am dreamin', O my darlin' one, of thee! - - Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee! - Me, as was the smartest man in 'B'! - My kit is all untidy, and it's inches thick in dust; - An' my rifle's fouled an' filthy, an' my bay'nit's red with - rust; - They've tried to find the reason--but I've seen 'em furder fust! - An' they never guess I'm dreamin', dear, of thee! - - Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee! - They can't make out wot's comin' over me. - The fellows think I'm barmy, an' the Major thinks it's drink, - The Sergeant thought it laziness, so shoved me in the clink! - The Colonel called it 'thoughtlessness,' so gave me time to - think, - An' to dream again, my darlin' one, of thee! - - Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee! - Wot's two 'ours' sentry-go to me? - A sittin' in the sentry-box, a-thinkin' of your eyes, - The ord'ly orficer come along, an' took me by surprise! - 'E said as I was sleepin'--an' the usual orfice lies! - When I was on'y dreamin', love, of thee! - - Dreamin' of thee! Dreamin' of thee! - Rubbin' tarry oakum on my knee! - Oh, when I weigh that oakum in, I know I'll cop it 'ot! - I'll be 'auled before the Gov'nor, an' I'll git an 'our's shot; - But whether I git punishment, or whether I do not, - They can't prevent me dreamin', love, of thee! - - - - - *TOMMY ADVISES* - - - Take your rifle from the rack: - Take your bay'nit from the shelf; - Clean your straps for marchin' order, - An' git ready for the Border. - For it ain't no sham attack, - So you needn't kid yourself. - It's a ball an' bay'nit action - With the perfect satisfaction - Of a medal, an' a ribbon, and perhaps a clasp or two. - For a-doin' of the little job your betters couldn't do. - - Pack your socks, an' fold your shirt, - Wash your water-bottle out, - It'll make your marchin' easy - If your boots are nice an' greasy,-- - An' some dubbin wouldn't 'urt. - You can chuck your weight about; - There's an 'appy day before you, - When the civvies will adore you, - And the things wot used to shock 'em will be favoured with a - smile. - And your little faults an' failin's won't be noticed for a - while. - - Git a guernsey out of store-- - Winter's very cold above, - An' the wind an' rain will find you - If you leave your clothes behind you! - Trust your pretty self before - Any Quartermaster's love; - For there's no store to go unto - An' no tailors' shops to run to; - For it ain't no ten days' skirmish these manoeuvres wot you're - in, - An' a little flannel weskit 'ides a multitood of skin! - - Write your letters for the mail; - Tell your people all the news-- - For your folks'll prize the writin' - Of 'my son who's out a-fightin'.' - Don't you spin an awful tale, - Just to give your mother blues, - For the day the boys are cryin' - 'List o' wounded, dead and dyin'!' - Will be tons of time for them at 'ome to feel a trifle blue, - When they see a dozen Smiths are killed--and wonder which is - you! - - - - - *THE NUMBER ONE* - - - The number one, 'e's on the bridge, - There's goin' to be a row, - The Gold Coast is upon our port, - An', 'ull down, on our bow; - Makin' for 'ome for all she's worth-- - A slaver's bloomin' dhow! - - The number one is on the bridge, - The buntin' tosser's aft; - An' down below, in the 'eat an' glow, - The men are at their graft. - They've peeled their shirts, to get the steam, - To over-'aul that craft. - - The number one is in command, - The skipper's sick below, - A touch o' fever from the coast, - 'As made the old man so; - But 'e's passed the word to the engineer, - 'For Gawd's sake make 'er go!' - - The 'gen'ral quarters' sounded orf, - The bugler's made a call - (A call that means the 'red' marines, - With fifty rounds of ball, - Are goin' to git a medal an' clasp, - Or an ensign for a pall!) - - The number one is on the bridge, - The sun is low an' red! - An' shot an' shell, like fiends of 'ell, - Are shriekin' round 'is 'ead, - An' three marines are crippled, - An' their sergeant-major's dead! - - The number one is on the bridge, - The dhow's a battered sight; - 'Er rascal chief 'as come to grief; - 'E's fought 'is final fight, - But the number one lies on the bridge, - An' 'is face is ghastly white. - - A smile is on 'is bloodless lips, - 'Is sword 'angs from 'is wrist, - And a lock of 'air of a maiden fair. - Is clasped in 'is bloodstained fist, - But 'e'll meet 'er at the great roll-call, - When they muster by 'open list'! - - - - - *BRITANNIA TO HER FIRST-BORN* - - - I am no maiden, highly strung, - To faint, when bloody death is nigh. - I have not lived, by might of tongue - Nor by vain boastings, wind-wide flung! - But on fame's endless ladder, I - Have fought my way, from rung to rung! - - I am no fretful, whimp'ring miss; - I am a woman, learned of years. - And once I felt your baby kiss: - Your bliss for me had greater bliss! - Your youthful sorrows had my tears. - O son o' mine, remember this! - - Your foes were mine, in those dear days: - Your friends were kind, and kin to me. - We parted--so, we will not raise - The long dead years. We went our ways, - I, brooding by the cold grey sea; - You, pride-flushed, with your new-won bays! - - The years have passed; it does but seem - As yester-eve you left my side. - I journeyed with you, dream on dream-- - I heard your great war eagle's scream! - And on sweet Progress, your fair bride, - I saw the sun of Fortune's beam! - - I mourned your follies, word and deed; - I watched your rising, when you rose, - By sober prayer, by Cross and Bead; - Until you found that greater Creed, - That in the broader channel flows, - The lowly truths, that higher lead! - - You are my son, and born of me. - My laws of Right are Laws to you - Whose hands were stained in blood, to be - The hands that set the slave-man free! - And now, again, you dare and do-- - For Justice, and Humanity! - - The days to be are big with Fate! - Go fight your battle, Son o' mine: - And State to Shire, and Shire to State, - Its better self shall dedicate! - So, let the wily foe combine, - Whilst, hand-locked, heart-locked, we can wait! - - - - - *TOMMY TO HIS LAUREATE* - - (CAPETOWN, _January_ 25, 1898.) - - - O good-mornin', Mister Kiplin'! You are welcome to our shores: - To the land of millionaires and potted meat: - To the country of the 'fonteins' (we 'ave got no 'bads' or - 'pores'), - To the place where di'monds lay about the street - At your feet; - To the 'unting-ground of raiders indiscreet. - - I suppose you know this station, for you sort of keep in touch - With Tommy wheresoever 'e may go; - An' you know our 'bat's' a shandy, made of 'Ottentot an' Dutch, - It's a language which is 'ideous an' low, - Don't you know - That it's 'Wacht-een-beitje' 'stead of ''Arf a mo'?' - - We should like to come an' meet you, but we can't without a - pass; - Even then we'd 'ardly like to make a fuss; - For out 'ere, they've got a notion that a Tommy isn't class; - 'E's a sort of brainless animal, or wuss! - Vicious cuss! - No, they don't expect intelligence from us. - - You 'ave met us in the tropics, you 'ave met us in the snows; - But mostly in the Punjab an' the 'Ills. - You 'ave seen us in Mauritius, where the naughty cyclone blows. - You 'ave met us underneath a sun that kills, - An' we grills! - An' I ask you, do we fill the bloomin' bills? - - Since the time when Tommy's uniform was musketoon an' wig, - There 'as always been a bloke wot 'ad a way - Of writin' of the Glory an' forgettin' the fatig', - 'Oo saw 'im in 'is tunic day by day, - Smart an' gay, - An' forgot about the smallness of his pay! - - But you're _our_ partic'lar author, you're our patron an' our - friend, - You're the poet of the cuss-word an' the swear, - You're the poet of the people, where the red-mapped lands - extend, - You're the poet of the jungle an' the lair, - An' compare, - To the ever-speaking voice of everywhere! - - There are poets wot can please you with their primrose-vi'let - lays, - There are poets wot can drive a man to drink; - But it takes a 'pukka' poet, in a Patriotic Craze, - To make a chortlin' nation squirm an' shrink, - Gasp an' blink; - An' 'eedless, thoughtless people stop an' think! - - Yes, the 'and wot banged the banjo an' made Tommy comic songs, - 'Oo wrote of Empires, 'Lion's 'Ead to Line,' - 'Oo found an 'idden poem in M'Andrew's Injin gongs, - Was the checkin' 'and wot gave the warnin' sign, - In a line-- - That gave the people soda after wine. - - - - - *THE MISSION THAT FAILED* - - - Our troop was encamped by the side of a stream - An' a very smart troop were we. - We 'ad Cavalry orficers--straight from town, - An' we escorted Mister Commissioner Brown, - Commissioner Brown, C.B. - An' we 'eard that the Governor put 'im down, - For a spare K.C.M.G.! - - We wos camped near by to a border town, - On the borders of Creegerland-- - A very despotic, republican state-- - An' there we 'ad got the order to wait, - But why, we did not understand. - So we bedded our 'orses, an' cussed at our fate - (For you can't cuss the man in command). - - One mornin' sez Mister Commissioner Brown, - Sez 'e to the 'ole parade, - 'I've bin inspired by a dream just now-- - I can't say why, an' I can't say 'ow-- - But a voice in my dream it said, - "O in Joannistown there's a deuce of a row - And badly they want your aid!"' - - Now Joannistown is in Creegerland, - Which same is a friendly state. - An' it isn't no joke--which is puttin' it fine-- - To pass without notice the border-post sign; - But we did it, as I will relate.-- - We really intended to drop 'em a line! - But we 'adn't got time to wait. - - We 'ad ridden some miles into Creegerland - When Commissioner Brown, C.B., - 'E called an 'alt,--which a troop requires, - For a man, 'e tires, as 'is 'orse perspires,-- - An' 'e sez to the troop, sez 'e, - 'About ten miles from 'ere are some telegraph wires, - An' a very good thought struck me. - - 'For fear of my dream bein' misunderstood - An' the evil constructions of liars!-- - For fear of alarmin' the dear farmers' wives - An' disturbin' the quiet an' peace of their lives, - I think we will sever them wires! - An' I'll give somethin' 'andsome to 'im 'oo contrives - To cut off the current--with pliers!' - - An' Michael M'Carty, Lance-Corp'ral was 'e, - Right guide to a section of 'A,' - Started orf on the job, an' we whispered a cheer, - An' we each gave the beggar our flasks--full of beer-- - To 'elp for to lighten 'is way! - We gave 'im cheap drinks--though it was very dear - When it came round to settling day! - - M'Carty 'e rode, an' M'Carty 'e swilled, - An' M'Carty got big in the 'ead, - Till 'e couldn't tell telegraph poles from trees, - An' 'e wandered around, sorter go-as-you-please - Till 'is wonderin' wanderin's led - To the wires--of a fence! an' reclinin' at ease - 'E cut up these wasters instead! - - It's all over now: an' Brown 'e got jugged, - And the Burghers of Creegerland knowed. - They licked us to fits in a sweet little fight, - An' the King of Jerusalem wired 'is delight! - An' the Laureate wrote us an Ode! - An' Europe got ready for action that night - 'Cos M'Carty got drunk on the road! - - M'Carty's a thief, M'Carty's a beast, - An' M'Carty is likewise a liar! - 'E went an' got drunk, which 'e shouldn't 'ave done; - 'E went an' got drunk, an' 'e spoilt the 'ole fun: - An' the moral to them wot conspire - Is, _Don't send a beer-swilling son of a gun_ - _When you're cuttin a telegraph wire!_ - - - - - *THE PRAYER* - - - O God of Battles! Lord of Might! - A sentry, in the silent night, - I, 'oo 'ave never prayed, - Kneel on the dew-damp sands, to say, - O see me through the comin' day-- - But, please remember, though I pray, - That I am not afraid! - - O God of Battles! Lord of Might! - 'Ere in the dusky, starry light, - My inner self I've weighed; - An' I 'ave seen my guilt an' sin; - I'm black as black can be, within, - But though I would forgiveness win, - It ain't 'cos I'm afraid! - - O God of Battles! Lord of Might! - Keep me, to-morrow, in Your sight!-- - Far 'ave I erred an' strayed. - I've flaunted You, with gibe an' sneer, - At 'ome, with chums to laugh and cheer, - But now, I am alone--out 'ere! - But still I ain't afraid! - - O God of Battles! Lord of Might! - The en'my's camp-fires twinkle bright. - To-morrow, Lord, Your aid; - The canteen was my Sunday-school: - The drill-book was my Golden Rule; - Wot are they now? O 'elpless fool! - But still, I'm not afraid! - - O God of Battles! Lord of Might! - The price of every thoughtless slight - To-morrow will be paid! - A voice is whisp'rin' to my 'eart-- - A voice that makes me sweat an' start!-- - 'To-morrow, soul an' soldier part!' - But I--I'm not afraid! - - O God of Battles! Lord of Might! - 'Ere, in the silence of the night, - My 'umble prayer is prayed! - All life an' death are one to you! - If I must die--O 'elp me to! - In that last moment, see me through-- - My God! I _am_ afraid! - - - - - *CEASE FIRE* - - - The fight was done an hour ago: - The whole brigade has fallen back, - And I've been wand'rin' to and fro, - A-askin' any--white or black, - 'Say--have you seen my brother, Jack? - His troop was first in the attack!' - - I should have seen him here by now: - An hour ago the 'cease fire' went. - He isn't wounded any'ow, - 'Cos with the stretcher squads I went, - An' all my other time I've spent - A-hangin' round the doctor's tent. - - Among the huddled, fallen men - I picked a way across the plain. - I got a dozen yards, an' then - Came back for fear I'd turn my brain.... - The mangled horrors of the slain! - O Christ! I can't go _there_ again! - - Say, have _you_ seen my brother Jack? - Don't know! an' damn you, don't much care!-- - But 'scuse me, chum, a-talkin' back, - I'm sorter flustered with the glare. - These sands are hot, an' so's the air-- - Perhaps he's doin' guard somewhere! - - Old mother said before we went, - 'Be sure you keep him in your sight' - (Not knowin' what a campaign meant). - 'Don't let him stay out late o' night!'-- - I wonder if he funked the fight - An' bolted. O pray God he might! - - They're layin' out our dead just now, - He can't be----, no, that--that ain't sense, - An' when he comes there'll be a row! - A-keepin' me in this suspense! - 'Tis here our line of killed commence, - I'll sorter look--for make-pretence! - - Pretendin' some one's here I know-- - I'm half inclined to turn aback-- - But one by one, along I go, - And see the crimson clottin' black.... - _His troop was first in the attack!_ - What! Jack! Is this--this Thing our Jack? - - - - - *TOMMY'S AUTOGRAPH* - - - I 'ad lorst my situation, an' the girl she got the 'ump, - An' the naggin' of my muvver nearly drove me orf my chump. - So I 'oofed it down to Woolwich, to the old recruitin' starf, - An' they give to me a paper for to fix my autygrarf! - - Just to fix my autygrarf! - Lor' you should a 'eard me larf! - For the blessed Sergeant-Major wos a tryin' on 'is chaff. - Didn't mind the Doctor's soundin's, - Nor 'is soap an' water barf! - But the fing as knocked me silly wos that bloomin' autygrarf! - - I wos took before the colonel, an' I took a Bible oaf - That I'd serve my Queen an' country, an' be square unto them - boaf. - Then they got a printed paper, an' this Colonel on the starf - Sez, 'You'll kindly read this over, an' affix your autygrarf!' - - To affix my autygrarf! - Larf! You orter 'eard me larf! - Signin' fings like ''Enry Irvin,' Knight Commornder of the Barf! - Made me want to do a swagger - Like a Piccadilly calf! - On'y fancy! People wantin' Tommy Atkins' autygrarf! - - Then I signs my name an' birfplace, an' the county I wos from, - An' I dots the 'i' in Atkins, an' I crorst the 't' in tom. - A recruit is wurf a dollar, an' the sergeant gets an 'arf; - Just for 'andin' me a paper for to put my autygrarf! - - Just to put my autygrarf! - Larf? You should 'ave 'eard them larf! - From the colonel wiv 'is spurs on, to the sergeant in 'is scarf. - When I sez, 'Wot's this for, mister?' - Sez the colonel, 'Go to Barf!' - 'Don't you know the Queen is anxious for to get your autygrarf?' - - I 'ave autygrarfed for clobber, I 'ave autygrarfed for pay; - I 'ave signed it wiv a flourish, I 'ave signed it wiv a 'j' - On an Army Temperance pledge-book - (O the straight an' narrer parf!)-- - To a 'drunk' fine in the pay list, I've affixed my autygrarf! - - Wot a name! An autygrarf! - 'Nuff to drive a feller darf; - Callin' Christian name an 'auty' an' the uvver name a 'grarf,' - Writin' in a pocket-ledger-- - 'Stead of album bound in calf-- - 'Doo to soldier: Nil' (that's Latin), an' your bloomin' - autygrarf! - - - - - *AT THE BRINK!* - - - 'Tis now, as we tighten the girth, - 'Tis now, as we buckle the sword, - When bitterness hardens our mirth, - 'Tis now that we seek you, O Lord! - Give us hope now the future is black, - From fatuous arrogance ward-- - The words that we cannot hold back! - Give peace in our time, O Lord! - - You know of the hate--folly born; - You know of the wrath--money bred; - The impotent rage, and the scorn, - The trust and the faith that are dead. - Lest sorrow should spring from the land-- - The crop of the seed of the sword-- - O, stay the imperious hand; - Give peace in our time, O Lord! - - 'Tis good when the man loves the land, - 'Tis good when he falls for his creed, - But woe to the hate that is fanned - By folly begotten of greed. - When the weak become foolishly strong, - When peoples, unwitting, applaud,-- - The folly wrought wrong--still is wrong! - Give peace in our time, O Lord! - - When the voice in the senate is stilled; - When the councillor speaks in a tent; - When the lands are untended, untilled; - What use if the stubborn relent? - What gain will the simpleton's shame, - The shrifts and lamentings, afford? - To-day, on their conduct, the blame; - Give peace in our time, O Lord! - - Give peace: that is rooted in Right. - Give peace: that is strengthened by Grace. - Give peace: that we stand in your sight, - Thrice over a justified race. - 'Tis peace--and with honour--we need, - And the child of our child shall award - The praise for our failing, or deed. - Give peace in our time, O Lord! - - - - - *THE KING OF OOJEE-MOOJEE* - - - We 'ave stowed our ammunition, we 'ave taken in our store, - An' our very last instructions we 'ave 'ad by semy-fore; - The Flagship's made a signal, 'We wish you all success,' - An' we're off to Oojee-Moojee on the armoured cruiser 'Bess.' - - _For the King of Oojee-Moojee_ - _Is a-comin of 'is tricks,_ - _'E's cheeked the English Consul,_ - _An 'e's chucked 'is wooden bricks._ - _'E won't do kindergarden,_ - _An' 'e's done 'is lessons wrong;_ - _Altogether Oojee-Moojee_ - _Is a-comin' of it strong!_ - - An' the Point is miles be'ind us, an' 'eadquarters furder still; - We've exchanged a friendly greetin' wi' the bloke on Signal - 'Ill; - We are off to Oojee-Moojee, an' we cannot be detained, - For relations dip-lo-matic 'ave become a trifle strained! - - Now the King of Oojee-Moojee is a little coloured kid; - An' 'e rules some thousand niggers, an' 'e does as 'e is bid! - For the Government of England, with 'is interests in view, - 'As civilised 'is country--an' collects 'is revenue! - - For the King wot reigned afore 'im was an 'eathen nigger thief, - So we sent a missionary, for to teach 'im our belief. - (To prevent misunderstandin's, an' avoid unpleasant scenes, - We likewise sent an 'Otchkiss, an' a 'undred red marines.) - - 'E wouldn't take our gospel, an' unpleasantness arose, - Which cost six whites, and niggermen proportionate to those; - An' we left the King a-swingin' from a 'Lyptus tree above, - Just to show as there was iron underneath the velvet glove. - - Then our skipper very kindly did an 'andsome sort of thing, - For 'e made a proclamation that the nevvy of the King-- - A funny little kiddy, with a sat-on sorter face-- - Should rule the Oojee-Moojee, an' should take 'is uncle's place. - - So we dressed 'im up in velvets, an' we fed 'im up on buns, - An' we gave 'is bit of buntin' a salute of twenty guns, - An' we gave to 'im a doctor for to cure 'is chills an' croups; - With a tutor, an' a gen'ral for to organise 'is troops. - - So 'is tutor taught 'im manners, an' the way to part 'is 'air, - An' the gen'ral, in 'is spare time, taught 'im proper ways to - sware; - The doctor, to complete 'im, was a-teaching him to mill-- - When 'is 'ighness put the veto on the Education Bill. - - Then 'e cheeked the British Consul! - Then 'e cussed the doctor's wife! - An' 'e chased 'is good, kind tutor, with a bloomin' carvin' - knife; - Tore 'is books an' burnt 'is grammar (said they wasn't good for - 'ealf), - Boned some whisky from the General, an' unchristianised 'isself! - - _So, we're bound for Oojee-Moojee,_ - _An we mus'n't be detained;_ - _For relations dip-lo-matic_ - _'Ave become a trifle strained:_ - _'Situations complicated'--_ - _'Warship ordered to the scene!'--_ - _Just because a nigger kiddy's_ - _Playin' truant with the Queen!_ - - - - - *THE SONG OF THE TOWN* - - - Sing hey! for the sand-freckled plain; - Sing ho! for the flower-flushed valley; - A song for the ship-sprinkled main, - And the sports where the wanderers rally, - A song for the lawn sloping down-- - The lawn with its terrace and fountain, - But here's a song of the square white Town - By the mist-wrapped, cloud-capped mountain! - - The whitewashed, square-cut town, - By the grey-green wind-swept sea; - The moving throng, - And the motor gong, - These sing the song for me! - - Sing hey! for the Town and its folk, - The comers, the goers, the stayers; - The just arrived waster, dead-broke, - The homeward-bound mummers and players; - The white man suspiciously dark! - The trooper-man, newly recruited; - The hand-bagged and frock-coated clerk, - The pioneer corded and booted! - - The motley-peopled town! - Its raw and cultured folk, - Live, work, and play - 'Twixt Mount and Bay, - And bear one equal yoke. - - Sing hey! for the Town, and its dress, - The garbs of the twenty-one nations: - The Kafir in blanket--and less, - The lady in Paris 'creations'; - The-man-about-town, rather loud, - The nigger in checks somewhat rasher; - Here, fez to the turban is bow'd, - There, top-hat comes off to the 'smasher.' - - The particoloured town, - Where plush and broadcloth meet: - Where Islam's green - And Worth-wrought sheen - Rub textures in the street! - - Sing hey! for the Town, as a town, - A song of its bricks and its plaster; - The slum that is mouldering down-- - The mansion that's rising the faster. - Sing hey! for its one-storied past, - Be-flagged, and be-stoeped, and be-whitened; - Its five-storied future more vast, - Its breadth to be broadened and heightened. - - The grim old, prim old town, - A brand-new vestment wears, - And arc-lights purr - Where blue-gums were, - And the blanket-Kafir stares! - - - - - *BY SIMON'S BAY* - - - In the mountain fold - By the green-blue bay, - Where the waves are flecked - By the evening gold - At the close of day; - And the berg is decked - With a film of grey, - And the mountain's frown - On the darkening town-- - My mem'ries stray. - - By the fringing beach, - By the restless wave, - Is the straggling town, - And its limits reach - From the highest place - By the mountain's crown - To the mountain's base-- - Where the waters lave. - - Hopeful Town - By the Cape of Hope; - By the sandy slope - Where the Hills look down; - By the wind-swept kloof-- - On the barrack, grim: - On the whitened roof, - On the garden trim: - On the restless Bay - Where the sea-fowl whirls - And the spume-dust swirls - To the Zephyr's whim-- - At the close of day. - - Darkening Bay, - Where ever lay - Alert to slip - From leashes taut - A blood-flecked hound - In the pale lean ship; - And where the sound - Of echoing boom - From far away - Is a full-mouthed bay, - As the quarry's found. - Mournful bay - In green and grey, - I've thought on you - This many a day. - - - - - *THE SQUIRE* - - - Sir John of the Isles, - 'E stood on 'is lands, - An' looked round 'is large estates: - The lands of waste, an' the lands of corn; - The rose-clad lands, an' the lands of thorn; - An' 'is many gun guarded gates. - - Sir John of the Isles, - 'E sez to T.A., - 'E sez to T.A., sez 'e, - 'Oh, you an' your chum, the sailor-man, - Must scour the country as far as you can - For you are gamekeepers to me.' - - Sir John of the Isles, - 'E sez to the swells-- - The Downing Street frock-coated crew-- - 'You are stewards of mine, on Colonial land, - An' my tenants, with seventeen guns an' a band, - Shall pay their respects unto you!' - - Sez John of the Isles - To one of the swells, - 'Near the lands where you're goin' to Be - Is the dusty estate of a crotchety cuss, - 'Oo from time to time causes a great deal of fuss, - For 'e thinks 'e's better nor me.' - - Sez John of the Isles, - 'The tenants 'e rules - Are a very peculiar lot. - 'Is bailifs are 'Ollanders, chock full of guile, - An' they run the estate in a Guy-foxy style. - Which is Dynamite, Treason and Plot!' - - Sez John of the Isles, - 'Don't mind 'is remarks, - For the land which is 'is--it was mine; - But 'e took it to Law in a court rather grim, - An' a kopje-'id jury decided for 'im! - An' awarded the land as a fine.' - - Sir John of the Isles, - 'E sez to the swell, - 'You're a gentleman, breedin' an birth, - An' in case of a row, without losin' your 'ead, - You may take my gamekeepers, an' mark 'is land red! - On the survey-map of the Earth!' - - - - - *THE SEA-NATION* - - - We rose, a people of the sea, - Nursed by the wind, and rocked by wave. - Our hard, rock-founded history, - Was born from stories of our brave. - And northern ice-blasts steeled our frames - When war was but the best of games. - - We saw a Roman Empire fall, - And fell; but falling, learned to rise. - We heard the voice of Progress call, - And in our folly we were wise: - When Briton, Saxon, Norman, Dane, - Bequeathed their progeny the main. - - And conquered joined with conqueror; - And Norman fire, with Saxon zeal - Combined; we swept the world before - The twanging bow, and clanging steel. - Tyrants unmurm'ring bore our yoke, - And braggarts thought before they spoke. - - Then Iron Might took Right to wife; - And lo! our liberty was born! - We revelled in the newer life - When King was mated by a pawn. - Men lived between, of mighty worth; - From Montfort's death to Cromwell's birth. - - We bore the arrogance of kings, - But braved death in fear of God. - We rose from great, to greater things. - The weak grew potent at our nod. - And nations watched the scales of Fate, - To see where England threw her weight! - - We took our seed to other climes, - And from it sprang by divers seas, - An Oak--that grew among the Limes! - An Oak--among the Blue-gum trees! - The Cactus left the land because - The Acorn brought its ordered laws. - - And like a giant, bearing stings - Of gnats, who joy to see him wince, - We stand--the envy of the kings - Despised by every petty prince! - Who know, that while enduring yet, - We bear--but we do not forget. - - We lived, and live! The world shall see - An inextinguishable flame. - The nations fade; but we shall be! - When Gaul and Teuton are a name! - For us the seven seas in one: - For landlocked hordes--oblivion. - - - - - *NATURE FAILS* - - - You can eas'ly understand - That the green of medder-land - Doesn't strike the bloke that 'as to push the roller; - An' Nature at the best, - When you put 'er to the test, - Undiluted, is a very poor consoler. - - An' the blue of summer skies - 'As no beauties for the eyes - Of defaulters on parade in marchin' order; - An' the rainiest of morns - Brings no feelin's--'cept to corns, - Of a feller pickin' oakum with a warder. - - Wot's the beauty of the spot, - When you're bein' drilled with shot? - Wot is Nature when you're checked for bein' dirty? - An' eternity's a blank - To a feller on the crank, - When ev'ry blessed minute seems like thirty! - - Bein' punished for your deeds, - On fatig' a-pickin' weeds, - Can a bloke admire the beauties of the clover? - Does the sunset on the 'ills - Give defaulters any thrills - Except to know the day is nearly over. - - Bein' frog-marched to the clink, - Does a feller stop to think - On the grass before 'is eyes so swif'ly runnin', - 'Ow that ev'ry single blade - Is most wonderfully made - Wiv a skill beyond all artificial cunnin'? - - An' you cannot pant for wars - When you're scrubbin' barrack floors, - Or get inspired on bully-beef an' biscuit: - It requires a poet's soul - When a feller's cartin' coal - To think 'isself in danger, an' to risk it. - - Does a feller care a D-- - For the friskin' of a lamb, - When 'e 'as to watch the friskin' thro' a gratin'? - Does the lowin' of the 'erds, - Or the twitterin' of the birds, - Soothe a feller when for punishment 'e's waitin'? - - - L' ENVOI - - In the deepest pits of 'Ell, - Where the worst defaulters dwell - (Charcoal devils used as fuel as you require 'em), - There's some lovely coloured rays, - Pyrotechnical displays: - _But you can't expect the burnin' to admire 'em!_ - - - - - *THE COLONEL'S GARDEN* - - - There are gardins, an' there's gardins, - Some are good, an' some are not. - There are gardins in a glass 'ouse - Where the air is allus 'ot. - But whether on a winder-ledge, - Or in a flower-pot, - I'll back our Colonel's gardin - For to lick the bilin' lot. - - There are gardners, _an'_ there's gardners, - Some are great, an' some are small. - Some could change a bloomin' brickfield - To a Covent Gard'n ball! - There are some 'oo couldn't 'ardly - Fix a creeper to a wall! - But I'll back our Colonel's gardner, - Jerry Jordan, 'gin 'em all! - - O the flowers they are lovely! - An' the roses they are fair; - An' the daisies they are winkin' - Thro' a lash of maiden-'air! - An' the lilies, tall an' naked-- - Tho' it's little that they care! - An' the garden--under Jerry-- - Is a place beyond compare! - - There are flowers bloomin' early, - There are flowers bloomin' late; - There is 'oneysuckle climbin' - On the porchway, by the gate. - - There's some cress an' mustard growin' - On a commissairy plate! - O the garden it is lovely-- - That's when Jerry's on the straight! - - * * * * * - - O the garden it's neglected. - An' the pinks 'ave ceased to pink, - An' the petals they are droppin', - An' the blooms they bend and sink. - O the flowers they are fadin' - Now that Jerry's took to drink! - O the flowers they're neglected-- - Jerry Jordan's in the clink! - - For the flowers will not blossom, - An' they don't give out no smells, - The convul'vus it is weepin' - From its verigated bells. - An' the lily's in hysterics, - An' she faints away in spells: - O there's weepin', an' there's wailin'-- - Jerry Jordan's doin' cells! - - * * * * * - - O the path is rolled an' gravelled, - An' the gardin's fresh as rain, - An' the weeds that strewed the borders - They no longer there remain. - An' the flowers they are smilin', - For they're out of all their pain; - An' the bees they 'um for gladness-- - Jerry Jordan's out again! - - - - - *THE PEOPLE TO CECIL JOHN RHODES,* - - JULY 18, 1899 - - - By the bond that binds the scattered folk to home, - We have come. - By the love to dear old England which you bear-- - And we share, - By the knowledge of the Empire you extend-- - Britain's friend!-- - We are gathered, many thousand people, to - Welcome you! - - We are strangers drawn together by one tie, - They and I, - Merely men who, having never met before, - Meet no more! - But a common cause has bridged the social breach, - Each to each - Has one soft word of fellowship to say, - Here to-day. - - If you search among our numbers you will find - Every kind: - Dutchman, Briton, 'Africander,' and Malay - In array; - Christian, Mussulman, and he of Abram's seed-- - Every creed: - With the worshippers of _Sakyanumi's_ mud-- - Mighty Budh. - - But if every heart was melted, and when done - Moulded one-- - If a welcome in a polyglotic tongue - Could be sung-- - If one voice could speak our sentiments to-day, - We would say, - Very simply: 'We are glad that you are come-- - Welcome home!' - - We have followed you, and watched your noble stand - For your land. - And your triumphs and your greatly troubled hours. - Have been ours: - And our sympathetic wishes for your cause, - Have been yours: - Since the day on which you left us to go forth, - 'For my North!' - - We have followed you through many foreign ways, - In these days. - By the Nilus, on the Desert, new surveyed, - You have strayed: - By the Pyramids and palms of Cairo town, - Parched and brown: - By the quiet shades of Oxford, prim and green, - You have been. - - In the stately city hall, in spirit we - Came to see - The cheering thousands testify belief, - In their Chief. - In the regal courts of Potsdam, at your side - We were tied, - By the tighter bond than kinship ever drew--- - We and you! - - If our hearts in concord melted and were run - Into one! - If a welcome in a polyglotic tongue. - Could be sung: - If two words could voice our sentiments to-day, - We would say-- - Very simply, being glad that you are come-- - 'Welcome home!' - - - - - *WHEN LONDON CALLS!* - - - There's a voice that calls to Mecca, there's a voice that calls - to Rome. - (O the Holiest of Holies! O the Temple and the Shrine!) - There's a bleating from a pasture, and it calls a wand'rer home. - (O the friskings of the yearlings, and the lowing of the kine!) - There's a penetrating whisper that can rise above the gale - From the cot of thatch and plaster, from the oaken-gabled hall, - From the limpid lake of silver in the verdant velvet vale, - From the shamrock and the heather, - Hear the call! - - There's a voice that calls the waster, when the doors of home - are shut. - (O the voice of club and chamber, and the arc-light burning - blue!) - There's a voice that calls the trooper in his daub and wattle - hut. - (O the midnight cabs that rattle from the Strand to Waterloo!) - There's a voice for ever calling from the Square and from the - Slum, - From the Hornsey Rise to Brixton, from St. Saviour's to St. - Paul's. - 'Tis the never-changing message of the everlasting 'Come' - To the brick and to the mortar. - London calls! - - You may still the voice of conscience, and suppress the blush of - shame. - (O the deed that made you outlaw! O the folly and the sin!) - But never man ignored it when the call to London came. - (The call from belfry tower! O the clanging, banging din!) - 'Tis the wooded green of Greenwich with the deer among the fern. - 'Tis the bleak, blank streets of Lambeth, where the - drizzling fog-mist falls. - It's a weary aching whisper, and it murmurs, 'O return - To the Elegance, the Squalor. - London calls!' - - 'Tis the swelling roar of Epsom, with the backers seven deep. - (O the rush around the Corner, and the finish on the Straight!) - 'Tis the tinkling hum of Henley as it snuggles down to sleep. - (O the light-lined laughing river, with its fairy-fancied fete!) - 'Tis the growl of Ratcliffe Highway, 'tis the lisp of Rotten - Row; - 'Tis the beauty that entrances, 'tis the horror that appals; - 'Tis the firemen's horses tearing to the midnight sky aglow; - It's a vague and restless--something. - London calls! - - It is early morning Fleet Street, when the throbbing presses - fly. - (O the Father of the Chapel! O the ticking, talking tape!) - 'Tis the universal High Street, where the world may see and buy. - (O the steamboat of Newcastle! O the feather of the Cape!) - 'Tis the heart of all creation, where the veins of commerce - meet; - 'Tis the centre seat in gall'ry, 'tis the booked and numbered - stalls; - 'Tis the barrow in Whitechapel, 'tis the brougham in Regent - Street; - 'Tis the Commonplace--the Novel. - London calls! - - 'Tis the glitter and the jingle on the Foreign Office stairs. - (O the starred and gartered Levee! O the Rulers of the Land!) - 'Tis the crowd about the stretcher and the burden that it bears. - (O the ward in darkened silence! O the swiftly running sand!) - 'Tis the message of the letter, 'tis the message of the wire; - 'Tis the dainty hand that types it, 'tis the awkward fist that - scrawls; - 'Tis the memory that sickens, 'tis the thought that burns 'like - fire; - 'Tis the life that's worth the living! - London calls! - - 'Tis the cheering of the Commons and the cry of 'Who goes home?' - (O the bell that rings Division! O the seat beneath the card!) - 'Tis the choir-boys' voices rising to the lofty, painted dome. - (O the flutter of the pigeons in the flagged and mossy yard!) - 'Tis the Sabbath bells that echo down the silent city streets; - 'Tis the Steel inside the Velvet! 'Tis the stroking hand that - mauls! - 'Tis the Tutor, it's the Master. It prepares and it completes! - It is London--and it's LONDON! - And it calls! - - - - - *CAIROWARDS* - - - Going up--and by all one man's will! - Untrodden lands shall echo with our roars, - Our engines' wheels shall break the mountains' still, - Uncharted rivers see us by their shores; - And where the lions drink, and panthers prey, - Shall lie the ballast of our iron-bound way. - - Going up! Primaeval forest, where - The Bushman lurks with poison at his lips, - Must give its best, and all its treasures bare, - When our iron-monster in its hollows dips; - And caves, from which the cobra issues forth, - Shall be a Somewhere Junction--for the North. - - Going up! Eternal snows, that crown - The lonely summits of the lordly hills, - Shall look upon our laboured paths, and frown - Upon the girdered bridge that spans their rills; - But, clinging to the slope, with scanty hold, - The road shall be unfastened, fold by fold. - - Going up! The stifling winds that blow - Across the sweep of fiery desert waste - Shall clog and cloy our workings as we go, - And strive to check us in our desp'rate haste, - With sand that holds us in its shifting clutch-- - And iron and brass shall blister to the touch. - - Going up! The Nile in sullen wrath - Shall rise and smite the sleeper from the rail, - And say: 'Behold the Mistress of the North! - Who does not let the work of man prevail!' - But patient man shall strive against her might - Until the palms of Cairo are in sight! - - - - - *ODE TO THE OPENING OF THE SOUTH - AFRICAN EXHIBITION, 1898* - - - Father of all! - Robed in splendour, - Thou who dost wield - Almighty power, - All things are thine, - Fruitage and flower-- - Cattle and kine-- - Vineyard and field! - Hear, when we call. - Praising the Sender! - - Father of all! - Strong to deliver! - Here, do we place, - Down at Thy feet, - Fruits of our hands-- - Trophies of wheat, - Won from Thy lands-- - Trophies of chase. - Hear, when we call, - Praising the Giver! - - Father of all! - Weaver and fuller; - Craftsman and herd; - Chapman and knave; - Worker and drone; - Headman and slave, - Worship a-prone-- - Bow to Thy word! - Hear Thou our call, - Praising the Ruler! - - Father of all! - Billow and breaker - Sink to Thy nod! - Here, have we brought, - That which we found, - That which we wrought, - Drawn from Thy ground, - Culled from Thy sod. - Hear, when we call, - Praising the Maker! - - Father of all! - Thine is the story - Written in space! - What Thou hast made - Knows not of death. - Let us not fade, - Catching Thy breath, - Live by Thy grace! - Hear Thou our call, - Thine is the Glory! - - - - Printed by T. and A. 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