KG! N W HO

REC ESSIO N A L

A N D O T HER PO EMS.

RE E NAL C S S IO .

A ! ICTORIA N ODE

OD of our fathers , known of old Lord of our far- flung battle line Beneath wh ose awful hand we hold m il Dominion over palm an d pine ! God §Lord of Hosts , be with us yet , — ! ! Lest we forget lest we forget

iThe tumult and the shouting dies 3s The Captains and the Kings depart Still h ag stands T ine ancient sacrifice , An r humble and a contrite hea t . Lord G od é of Hosts , be with us yet, gfiest we forget— lest we forget !

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- Far called , our navies melt away On dune and headland sinks the fire Lo l , all our pomp of yesterday Is on e with Nineveh and Tyre !

a u d e N et j g of the ations , spare us y , N ‘" g‘ est we forget— lest we forget !

5 t RE CE S S IONAL .

o I f, drunk with sight of power , we lo se Wild tongues that have n ot Thee in awe S G uch boasting as the entiles use , O r lesser breedswithout the Law G od Lord of Hosts , be with us yet , Lest we forget— lest we forget !

For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard

All valiant dust that builds on dust , A n d guarding calls not Thee to guard

For frantic boast and foolish word, e P ! Thy M rcy on Thy eople, Lord

Amen , E AMPIRE TH ! . 7

THE ! AM PIRE

msSUGGES T ED B Y T HE . PAIN TIN G B Y PH ILIP B U RN E-J ON ES

FOOL there was and he made his prayer ! Even as you and I ! ! To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair

! We called her the woman who did not care ! , But the fool he called her his lady fair ! Even as you and I ! !

Oh the years we waste and the tears we waste An d the work of our head and hand Belong to the woman who did not know ! An d now we know ! that she never could know ! An d d did not un erstand .

A fool there was and his goods he Spent ! Even as you and I ! ! Honour and faith and a sure intent ’ And ! it wasn t the least what the lady meant! , But afool must follow his natural bent ! Even as you and I ! ! 8 THE ! AMPIRE .

Oh the toil we lost and the spoil we lost A n d the excellent things we planned Belong to the woman who didn ’ t know why ! An d now we know she never knew why! An d did not understand .

The fool was stripped to his foolish hide ! Even as you and I ! ! Which she might have seen when she threw him aside ! But it is ’ nt on record the lady tried! So some of him lived but the most of him died ! Even as you and I ! !

’ ’ An d it is n t the shame and it is n t the blame

- That stings like a white hot brand . It ’ scoming to know that she never knew why ! Seeing at last she could never know Why!

And never could understand . ANN Y DEE ! ER D . 9

DANNY DEE! ER

’ ” HAT are the bugles blowin for ! said W -on - Files Parade . To turn you out , to turn you out , the Col our- e S rgeant said . ! ” What makes you look so white , so white -ou - said Files Parade . ! ’ ’ ’ dreadin I v e ot I m what g to watch , the - S Colour ergeant said .

’ ’ D D For they re hangin anny eever , you can D M hear the ead arch play , ’ ’ ’ The regiment s in ollow s! uare— they re ’ han gin him to d ay ; ’ ’ They ve taken of his buttons off an cut his

stripes away , ’ ’ ’ An they re hangin Danny Deever in the ’

m ornin .

’ What makes the rear- rank breathe so ard

’ - ou - said Files Parade . ! It’s ’ bitter cold , it s bitter cold , the Colour s Sergeant aid . ” What makes that front- rank man fall down ! -ou - says Files Parade . ! ’ ’ 0 0 sun the r A touch sun , a touch , Colou

Sergeant said . I O DANN Y DEE ! ER .

’ D D They are hangin anny eever , they are ’ ’ im marchin of round , They ’ ave ’ alted Danny Deever by ’ is coffin on the ground ; ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ An e ll swing in arf a minute for a sneakin shootin ’ hound ’ ’ O they re han gin DannyDeever in the morn ! in ’

’ - s Is cot was right and cot to mine , aid -ou - Files Parade . ’ ’ ’ ’ E sslee in - p out an far to night , the Col - S our ergeant said . ! ’ ’ ’ ” 0 I ve drunk is beer a score times , said -ou - Files Parade . ’ ’ ’ E sdrinkin bitter beer alone , the Colour

Sergeant said .

’ D D They are hangin anny eever , you must ’ im ’ mark to is place , ’ ’ For e shot a comrade sleepin —you must ’ look im in the face ; ’ ’ ’ ’ Nine undred of is county an the regiment s

disgrace , While theyre hangin’ Danny Deever in the ’

m ornin . DANN Y DEE ! ER I I .

What ’ s that so black agin the sun ! ” said F -on - iles Parade . ’ ’ ’ D fi htin C It s anny g ard for life , the olour S ergeant said . ’ ’ What s that that whimpers ov er ead said , F -ou - P iles arade . ’ ’ ’ D Col Its anny s soul that s passin now , the

- our Sergeant said .

’ e D D For they re don with anny eever , you ’ can ear the ! uickstep play , ’ ’ The regiment s in column , and they re march ’ in us away ; ’ ’ ’ H0 ! the young recruits are shakin , an they ll

- want their beer to day, ’ ’ D D m orn in After hangin anny eever in the .

T MM Y 1 O . 3

TOMMY

’ ’ W El T into a public - ouse to get a pint o I ge er , ’ ’ e e The publican up an sez , We s rve no red ” coats here . ’ ’ The girls be in d the bar they laughed an gig

gled fit to die , ’ sez I outs into the street again , an to myself I

0 ’ ’ ’ it s Tommy this , an Tommy that , an ! ” Tommy , go away ; ” it’s! M A But Thank you , ister tkins , when

the band begins to play ,

The band begins to play , my boys , the band

begins to play , ’ ! M A 0 it s Thank you , ister tkins , when

; the band begins to play .

I went into a theatre as sober as could be

! ’ ’ adn t They gave a drunk civilian room , but none for me ; They sent me to the gallery or round the m u ’ - sic alls , ’ ’ But fi htin ! l when it comes to g , Lord they l shove me in the stalls ! I 4 TOMMY .

’ ’ ’ it s s an For Tommy thi , an Tommy that, ! ” Tommy , wait outside ; ’ ! But it s Special train for Atkins when th e ’ e trooper s on the tid , ’ he The troopship s on the tide my boys, t ’ troopship s on the tide , ’ ! ” 0 it s Special train for Atkins when the ’ o s the tr oper on tide .

’ ’ Yes . ou , makin mock o uniforms that guard y while you sleep m s ’ ’ Is cheaper than the uniform , an they re starvation cheap ; ’ ’ ’ An hustlin drunken soldierswhen they re goin ’ large a bit Isfive times better businessthan paradin’ in

full kit .

it’ s ’ ’ Then Tommy this , an Tommy that , an ! ’ ’ ! ” Tommy , ow s yer soul ’ ! ’ ” But it s Thin red line of eroes when the to drums begin roll , t o s the The drums begin o roll, my b y , e to drums b gin roll , ’ ! ’ ’ ’ 0 it s Thin red line of croes whe n the d sb to rum egin roll .

’ ’ ’ o eroesnor we n no We aren t n thin red , are t s blackguard too , barricks ost e e But single men in , m r markabl like you TOMM Y 1 . 5

’ ’ An if sometimes our conduck isn t all your fancy paints ! ’ barricks Why , single men in don t grow into plaster saints

’ ’ a ’ While it s Tommy this , an Tommy th t , an ! ’ ” be in d Tommy , fall ; ’ ! But it s Please to walk in front , sir , when ’ there s trouble in the wind , ’ ’ There s trouble in the wind , my boys , there s

trouble in the wind , ’ ! 0 it s Please to walk in front , sir , when ’ there s trouble in the wind .

’ ’ ’ 0 You talk better food for us , an schools , an ‘ ’ fires , an all ’ We ll wait for extry rations if you treat us ra i nal t o . ’ D - on t mess about the cook room slops , but

‘ prove it to our face . ’ ’ The Widow s uniform is not the soldier-man s

disgrace .

’ ’ ’ For it s Tommy this , an Tommy that , an ! C ! ” huck him out , the brute ’ ! ’ But it s S aviour of iscountry when the

guns begin to shoot . it ’ s ’ ’ Yes , Tommy this , an Tommy that , an anything you please ; ’ ’ But Tommy ain t a bloom in fool— you bet that Tommy sees!

F ZZ Y- ZZ Y 1 U W U . 7

FUZZY - WUZZY

! SOUDA N E! PEDITION ARY FORCE!

’ W E ! E fought with many men acrost the seas , ’ ’ ’ An was some of em was brave , an some

not , ’ ’ The Pay than an the Zulu an Burmese ; ’ But the Fuzzy was the finest o the lot . ’ ’ ’ We never got a ha porth s change of im ; ’ ’ ’ E s! uatted in the scrub an ocked our ’ orses , ’ ’ E S uakz m cut our sentries up at , ’ ’ ’ An e played the cat an banjo with our

forces .

’ ’ ! S O to - ere s you , Fuzzy Wuzzy, at your ’ ome in the Soudan ; ’ ’ eathen first You re a pore benighted , but a ’ class fightin man ; ’ ou We gives you your certificate , an if y

want it signed , ’ ’ We ll come an have a romp with you when' ’ ever you re incline d .

’ o K b r s We took our chanst am ng the y e ill ,

The Boers knocked us silly at a mile , Irriwaddy The Burman give us chills , An ’ a Zulu impi dished us up in style 18 F ZZ Y- UZZ Y U W .

But all we ever got from such as they Was pop to what the Fuzzy made us swal ler ; ’ ’ bloomin sa We eld our own , the papers y, But man for man the Fuzz y knocked us ’ oller.

’ ’ ’ to - the Then ere s you , Fuzzy Wuzzy, an ’ m issis an the kid ; ‘ ’ O ur se orders was to break you , an of cour we went an ’ did ’ W i M an 1t We sloshed you th artinis , wasn t ’ ardly fair ; ‘ ’ -W 112 But for all the odds agin you , Fuzzy ,

you broke the s! uare .

” ’ ’ ’ E asn t got no papers of is own , ’ ’ ’ E asn t ot s g no medals nor reward , ’ ’ S o we must certify the skill e sshown ’ ’ ’ In usin of is long two - anded swords ’ ’ ’ ’ When e soppin in an out among the bush ’ ’ coffin - eaded - With is shield an shovel spear, An ’ appy day with Fuzzy on the rush ’ l h Will last an eat y Tommy for a year .

’ ’ ’ So to - r ere s you , Fuzzy Wuzzy, an you friends which are no more ; ’ ’ If we adn t lost some messmateswe would ’ elp you to deplore ; F ZZ Y - ZZ Y 1 U W U . 9

’ ’ ’ ’ But give an take s the gospel , an we ll call

the bargain fair , ’ For if you ave lost more than us , you crum pled up the s! uare ! ! ’E rushes at the smoke when we let drive , ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ An o e sackin , bef re we know, at our ead ’ ’ ’ ’ E s ot all sand an ginger when alive , ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ An hes sh am m in e s generally when dead . ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ E s e s e s ! a daisy , a ducky , a lamb ’ ’ E sa in jia- rubber idiot on the spree ; ’ E ’sthe on ’ y thing that doesn ’ t give a damn ’ For a Regiment 0 British In fan tree !

’ ’ So to - ere s you , Fuzzy Wuzzy , at your ’ ome in the Soudan ; ’ ’ o eath en first You re a p re benighted , but a ’ class fightin man ; ’ ’ ’ to ou Fu z z é W uz z An e, re s y , y y, with your ’ ’ ’ ayrick ead of air ’ You big black boun din beggar— for you broke a British s! uare !

2 2 CRE - N S W G U S .

’ ’ ’ N Looshai We ve chivied the aga an , we ve A freedeem an give the fits , For we we fancies ourselves at two thousand , ’ guns that are built in two bits— Tss ! ’ Tss !

‘ F ou s - s or y all love the crew gun , etc .

’ If a ’ W ’ im man doesn t work , why , e drills an ’ ’ teaches im ow to behave ; ’ ’ im ’ If a beggar can t march , why , we kills an ’ im ’ rattles into is grave . ’ ’ o Y u ve got to stand up to our business , an ’ n h in spring without satc or fuss . ’ D you say that you sweat with the field - guns ! ’ G od h us— ! By , you must lather wit Tss ’Tss !

- For you all love the screw guns , etc .

’ ’ IS The eagles screamin around us , the river s ’ a-m oan in below ; ’ ’ ’ e 0 - W re clear the pine an the oak scrub , ’ ’ we re out on the rocks an the snow ; ’ An the wind is as thin as a whip - lash what carries away to the plains ’ - in ! The rattle an stamp of the lead mules , the j ’ ’ ’ glety-jink o the chains— Tss ! Tss !

- r etc . Fo you all love the screw guns , S RE - UN S 2 C W G . 3

’ ’ ’ s Morn in There s a wheel on the Horn o the , ’ ’ 0 an a wheel on the edge the, Pit , An ’ a drop into nothin ’ beneath you as straight as a beggar can spit ! ’ ’ With the sweat run n in out 0 your shirt ’ s off s sleeve , an the sun the now in your

face , ' ’ ’ ’ An arf o the men on the drag-ropes to hold ’ ’ ’ the old gun in er place— Tss ! Tss !

s - For you all love the crew guns , etc .

’ ’ Sm okin sn iffin my pipe on the mountings , ’ m orn in the cool , ’ I climbs in my old brown gaiters along 0 my

old brown mule . The monkey can say what our road was — the ’ - e wild goat knows where we passed . ’ S a - darlin s! O ut t nd easy , you long eared old drag- rOpe s! With shrap nel ! Hold fast ’ Tss ! ’ Tss !

For you all love the screw- guns— the screw guns they all love you ! ’ So 0 when we take tea with a few guns , course you will know what to do — hoo ! h oo !

’ ’ Jest send in your C hief an surrender— it s

worse if you fights or you , runs ! ’ ’ u ide th e Yo may in caves , they ll be only ’ ou et your graves , but y can t g awayfrom the guns

ANDALA Y 2 M . 5

MANDALAY

’ Y old M s B the oulmein Pagoda , lookin ea t ward to the sea , ’ ’ ’ a- w she There s a Burma girl settin , an I kno ’ thinks 0 me ’ - the For the wind is in the palm trees , an tem ple-bells they say ! ! e o e Come you back , you British soldi r ; c m you back to Mandalay ! ” M Come you back to andalay, Where the old Flotilla lay ’ ’ ’ Can t you ear their paddles ch unkin Rangoon to Mandalay ! On M the road to andalay , ’ fl in -fish es Where the y play, ’ An the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ’ crost the Bay !

’ Er aller s petticoat was y , an er little cap wa

green , ’ ’ ’ An er name was Supi - yaw - lat— jesthe same ’ as Th eebaw s! ueen ; ’ ’ ’ ’ An I seed er first a- sm okin of a whackin

white cheroot , ’ ’ ’ An a-wastin Christian kisses on an eathen ’ idol s foot . ’ ’ Bloom in idol made 0 mud What they called the Great Gawd Budd 26 MA N DALA Y .

Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed ’ er where sh e stud !

n M . O the road to andalay, etc

’ - fields the When the mist was on the rice , an ’ d rO in sun was pp slow , ’ ’ ’ ’ She d git e r little banjo an she d sing Kulla ” lo - lo ! ’ ’ ’ er With er arm upon my shoulder , an cheek ’ agin my cheek , ’ We u seter watch the steamers an the kathis ’ pilin teak . ’ Eleph in tsa- pilin teak

In the sludgy , s! udgy creek , ’ ’ ’ Where the silence ung that eavy you was arf afraid to speak ! On M the road to andalay , etc .

’ ’ ’ But that s all shove be in d me— long ago an

fur away , ’ ’ ’ ’ An there ain t no buses run n in from the Bank to Mandalay ’ ’ ’ ’ A n I m learn in ere in London what the ten year soldier! tells ! ’ ’ ’ ’ E a- If you ve eard the ast callin , you won t ’ ” n eed ever naught else . ’ ’ ’ No ! you won t eed nothin e lse ut B them spicy garlic smells , ’ ’ ’ n s -strees th e A the unshine , an the palm , an e - tinkly t mple bells , M O n . the road to andalay , etc MANDALA Y 2 . 7

’ ’ I am sick o wastin leather on these gritty ’ - pavin stones , ’ An the blasted Henglish drizzle wakesthe fever in my bones ; ’ Though I walks with fifty ousem aidsouter C S helsea to the trand , ’ ’ ’ 0 t An they talks a lot lovin , but wot do hey understand ! Beefy face an ’ grubby ’ and Law ! wot d o they understand ! ’ a e I ve neater , sweeter maid n in a cleaner, greener land ! M On . the road to andalay , etc

S E S z hip me somewheres ast of ue , where the

best is like the worst , ’ C Where there aren t no Ten ommandments , ’ an a man can raise a thirst ; ’ ’ ’ - For the temple bells are callin , an it s there that I would be M P ’ By the old oulmein agoda , lookin lazy at

the sea,

O n the road to Mandalay ,

Where the old Flotilla lay , ’ With our sick beneath the awn in swhen we went to Mandalay ! On M the road to andalay , ’ fl in — fish es Where the y play , ’ An the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ’ crost the Bay !

’ 0 TR PI 3 OO N .

They ’ ll turn us out at Portsmouth wharf in ’ ’ cold an wet an rain , ’ wearin In ian All j cotton kit, but we will not

complain . ’ ’ They ll kill us of pneumonia— for that s their little way ; ! ’ But damn the chills and fever, men we re goin ’ ’ ome to-day !

’ ’ ’ T 00 troo in — ! r pin , p , winter s round again ’ ’ S ee th e t ourin , new dra s p in for the old cam ai n p g . ’ recruities! to Ho , you poor but you ve got earn your pay ’ ’ s e What s the last from Lunnon , lad ! We r ’ - goin there to day .

’ ’ 00 troo in — ! Tr pin , p , give another cheer ’ ’ ’ Ere s to English women an a ! uart of Eng lish beer ; ’ ’ ’ The Colonel an the regiment an all who ve

got to stay , ’ ’ Gawd s mercy strike em gentle ! Whoop ! ’ - we re to day .

’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ! We re goin ome , we re goin ome O ur ship is at the shore, ’ ’ . av ersack An you must pack your , ’ e For we won t come back no mor . ’ Ho , don t you grieve for me , My lovely Mary An n ; ’ ’ four n bi For I ll marry you yit on a p y t, Asa time- expired man !