Difference between revisions of "Soldier Songs of World War I"

From World War I Document Archive
Jump to: navigation, search
Line 207: Line 207:
 
<br><br>
 
<br><br>
 
<br><br>
 
<br><br>
LA BASSEE ROAD <br>
+
LA BASSEE ROAD <br>
 
(Cuinchy, 1915.) <br><br>
 
(Cuinchy, 1915.) <br><br>
 
   
 
   
Line 243: Line 243:
 
summer day. &eacute;
 
summer day. &eacute;
 
<br><br>
 
<br><br>
 
 
   
 
   
 
A LAMENT <br>
 
A LAMENT <br>
Line 559: Line 558:
 
foam. <br>
 
foam. <br>
 
That's if the French authorities will let me <br>
 
That's if the French authorities will let me <br>
  take it home, <br>
+
take it home, <br>
 
That's if our own authorities will give me leave <br>
 
That's if our own authorities will give me leave <br>
  for home!!! <br>
+
for home!!! <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  BEFORE THE CHARGE <br>
+
BEFORE THE CHARGE <br>
(Loos, 1915.) <br><br>
+
(Loos, 1915.) <br><br>
 
   
 
   
 
THE night is still and the air is keen, <br>
 
THE night is still and the air is keen, <br>
Line 571: Line 570:
 
In front is the town and its homes are seen, <br>
 
In front is the town and its homes are seen, <br>
 
Blurred in outline against the sky. <br>
 
Blurred in outline against the sky. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
The dead leaves float in the sighing air, <br>
 
The dead leaves float in the sighing air, <br>
 
The darkness moves like a curtain drawn, <br>
 
The darkness moves like a curtain drawn, <br>
Line 578: Line 577:
 
<br>  
 
<br>  
 
   
 
   
    LETTERS <br>
+
LETTERS <br>
 
( Vermelles, August, 1915.) <br><br>
 
( Vermelles, August, 1915.) <br><br>
 
   
 
   
 
WHEN stand-to hour is over we leave the <br>
 
WHEN stand-to hour is over we leave the <br>
  parapet, <br>
+
parapet, <br>
 
And scamper to our dug-out to smoke a <br>
 
And scamper to our dug-out to smoke a <br>
  cigarette;<br>
+
cigarette;<br>
 
The post has brought in parcels and letters for <br>
 
The post has brought in parcels and letters for <br>
  us all, <br>
+
us all, <br>
 
And now we'll light a candle, a little penny <br>
 
And now we'll light a candle, a little penny <br>
  candle, <br>
+
candle, <br>
 
A tiny tallow candle, and stick it to the wall. <br>
 
A tiny tallow candle, and stick it to the wall. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Dark shadows cringe and cower on roof and <br>
 
Dark shadows cringe and cower on roof and <br>
  wall and floor, <br>
+
wall and floor, <br>
 
And little roving breezes come rustling through <br>
 
And little roving breezes come rustling through <br>
  the door; <br>
+
the door; <br>
 
We open up the letters of friends across the <br>
 
We open up the letters of friends across the <br>
  foam, <br>
+
foam, <br>
 
And thoughts go back to London, again we <br>
 
And thoughts go back to London, again we <br>
  dream of London  --  <br>
+
dream of London  --  <br>
 
We see the lights of London, of London and of <br>
 
We see the lights of London, of London and of <br>
  home. <br>
+
home. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
We've parcels small and parcels of a quite <br>
 
We've parcels small and parcels of a quite <br>
  gigantic size, <br>
+
gigantic size, <br>
 
We've Devon cream and butter and apples <br>
 
We've Devon cream and butter and apples <br>
  baked in pies, <br>
+
baked in pies, <br>
 
We'll make a night of feasting and all will have <br>
 
We'll make a night of feasting and all will have <br>
  their fill  --  <br>
+
their fill  --  <br>
 
See, cot-mate Bill has dainties, such dandy, <br>
 
See, cot-mate Bill has dainties, such dandy, <br>
  dinky dainties, <br>
+
dinky dainties, <br>
 
She's one to choose the dainties, the maid <br>
 
She's one to choose the dainties, the maid <br>
  that's gone on Bill. <br>
+
that's gone on Bill. <br>
 
Oh: Kensington for neatness; it packs its <br>
 
Oh: Kensington for neatness; it packs its <br>
  parcels well, <br>
+
parcels well, <br>
 
Though Bow is always bulky it isn't quite as <br>
 
Though Bow is always bulky it isn't quite as <br>
  swell, <br>
+
swell, <br>
 
But here there's no distinction 'twixt Kensing- <br>
 
But here there's no distinction 'twixt Kensing- <br>
  ton and Bow, <br>
+
ton and Bow, <br>
 
We're comrades in the dug-out, all equals in <br>
 
We're comrades in the dug-out, all equals in <br>
  the dug-out, <br>
+
the dug-out, <br>
 
We're comrades in the dug-out and fight a <br>
 
We're comrades in the dug-out and fight a <br>
  common foe. <br>
+
common foe. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Here comes the ration party with tins of bully <br>
 
Here comes the ration party with tins of bully <br>
  stew  --  <br>
+
stew  --  <br>
 
"Clear off your ration party, we have no need <br>
 
"Clear off your ration party, we have no need <br>
  of you; <br>
+
of you; <br>
 
"Maconachie for breakfast ? It ain't no <br>
 
"Maconachie for breakfast ? It ain't no <br>
  bloomin' use, <br>
+
bloomin' use, <br>
 
We're faring far, far better, our gifts from <br>
 
We're faring far, far better, our gifts from <br>
  home are better, <br>
+
home are better, <br>
 
Look here, we've something better than bully <br>
 
Look here, we've something better than bully <br>
  after Loos."<br>
+
after Loos."<br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
The post comes trenchward nightly; we hail <br>
 
The post comes trenchward nightly; we hail <br>
  the post with glee, <br>
+
the post with glee, <br>
 
Though now we're not as many as once we <br>
 
Though now we're not as many as once we <br>
  used to be, <br>
+
used to be, <br>
 
For some have done their fighting, packed up <br>
 
For some have done their fighting, packed up <br>
  and gone away, <br>
+
and gone away, <br>
 
And many boys are sleeping, no sound will <br>
 
And many boys are sleeping, no sound will <br>
  break their sleeping, <br>
+
break their sleeping, <br>
 
Brave lusty comrades sleeping in little homes <br>
 
Brave lusty comrades sleeping in little homes <br>
  of clay. <br>
+
of clay. <br>
 
We all have read our letters, but one's un- <br>
 
We all have read our letters, but one's un- <br>
  touched so far, <br>
+
touched so far, <br>
 
An English maiden's letter to her sweetheart <br>
 
An English maiden's letter to her sweetheart <br>
  at the War, <br>
+
at the War, <br>
 
And when we write in answer to tell her how <br>
 
And when we write in answer to tell her how <br>
  he fell, <br>
+
he fell, <br>
 
What can we say to cheer her ? Oh, what is <br>
 
What can we say to cheer her ? Oh, what is <br>
  now to cheer her ? <br>
+
now to cheer her ? <br>
 
There's nothing left to cheer her except the <br>
 
There's nothing left to cheer her except the <br>
  news to tell. <br>
+
news to tell. <br>
 
<br>  
 
<br>  
 
We'll write to her to-morrow and this is what <br>
 
We'll write to her to-morrow and this is what <br>
  we'll say, <br>
+
we'll say, <br>
 
He breathed her name in dying; in peace he <br>
 
He breathed her name in dying; in peace he <br>
  passed away  --  <br>
+
passed away  --  <br>
 
No words about his moaning, his anguish and <br>
 
No words about his moaning, his anguish and <br>
  his pain, <br>
+
his pain, <br>
 
When slowly, slowly dying. God! Fifteen <br>
 
When slowly, slowly dying. God! Fifteen <br>
  hours in dying  <br>
+
hours in dying  <br>
 
He lay a maimed thing dying, alone upon the <br>
 
He lay a maimed thing dying, alone upon the <br>
  plain. <br>
+
plain. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
We often write to mothers, to sweethearts and <br>
 
We often write to mothers, to sweethearts and <br>
  to wives, <br>
+
to wives, <br>
 
And tell how those who loved them have given <br>
 
And tell how those who loved them have given <br>
  up their lives; <br>
+
up their lives; <br>
 
If we're not always truthful, our lies are always <br>
 
If we're not always truthful, our lies are always <br>
  kind, <br>
+
kind, <br>
 
Our letters lie to cheer them, to solace and to <br>
 
Our letters lie to cheer them, to solace and to <br>
  cheer them, <br>
+
cheer them, <br>
 
Oh: anything to cheer them,  -- the women left <br>
 
Oh: anything to cheer them,  -- the women left <br>
  behind. <br>
+
behind. <br>
 
   
 
   
<br><br>
+
<br><br>
  THE EVERYDAY OF WAR <br>
+
THE EVERYDAY OF WAR <br>
  (Hospital, Versailles, November, 1915.) <br><br>
+
(Hospital, Versailles, November, 1915.) <br><br>
 
    
 
    
 
A HAND is crippled, a leg is gone, <br>
 
A HAND is crippled, a leg is gone, <br>
And fighting's past for me, <br>
+
And fighting's past for me, <br>
 
The empty hours crawl slowly on;<br>  
 
The empty hours crawl slowly on;<br>  
 
How they flew where I used to be! <br>
 
How they flew where I used to be! <br>
Line 689: Line 688:
 
The brown battalions go their way,<br>  
 
The brown battalions go their way,<br>  
 
And here at the Base I lie! <br>
 
And here at the Base I lie! <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
I dream of the grasses the dew-drops drench, <br>
 
I dream of the grasses the dew-drops drench, <br>
 
And the earth with the soft rain wet, <br>
 
And the earth with the soft rain wet, <br>
Line 698: Line 697:
 
But the smart of a restless longing, vain, <br>
 
But the smart of a restless longing, vain, <br>
 
She cannot understand.  <br>
 
She cannot understand.  <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
At night I can see the trench once more, <br>
 
At night I can see the trench once more, <br>
 
And the dug-out candle lit, <br>
 
And the dug-out candle lit, <br>
Line 707: Line 706:
 
And a brazier glows by the dug-out wall, <br>
 
And a brazier glows by the dug-out wall, <br>
 
Where the bubbling mess-tin sings. <br>
 
Where the bubbling mess-tin sings. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
I dream of the long, white, sleepy night <br>
 
I dream of the long, white, sleepy night <br>
 
Where the fir-lined roadway runs <br>
 
Where the fir-lined roadway runs <br>
Line 716: Line 715:
 
The eager eye and the stout young heart, <br>
 
The eager eye and the stout young heart, <br>
 
And the silver-sandalled moon. <br>
 
And the silver-sandalled moon. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
But here I'm kept to the narrow bed, <br>
 
But here I'm kept to the narrow bed, <br>
 
A maimed and broken thing  --  <br>
 
A maimed and broken thing  --  <br>
Line 725: Line 724:
 
A good stiff lip for the old pal's sake, <br>
 
A good stiff lip for the old pal's sake, <br>
 
And the old battalion's pride! <br>
 
And the old battalion's pride! <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
The ward-fire burns in a cheery way, <br>
 
The ward-fire burns in a cheery way, <br>
 
A vision in every flame, <br>
 
A vision in every flame, <br>
Line 734: Line 733:
 
But an arm is crippled, a leg is gone, <br>
 
But an arm is crippled, a leg is gone, <br>
 
And the game's no more for me. <br>
 
And the game's no more for me. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
   
 
   
  THE LONDON LADS <br>
+
THE LONDON LADS <br>
  (While standing to arms in billets, La Beuvrire,  July, 1915.) <br>
+
(While standing to arms in billets, La Beuvrire,  July, 1915.) <br>
  <br>
+
<br>
 
ALONG the road in the evening the brown <br>
 
ALONG the road in the evening the brown <br>
  battalions wind, <br>
+
battalions wind, <br>
 
With the trenches' threat of death before, the <br>
 
With the trenches' threat of death before, the <br>
  peaceful homes behind; <br>
+
peaceful homes behind; <br>
 
And luck is with you or luck is not as the ticket <br>
 
And luck is with you or luck is not as the ticket <br>
  of fate is drawn, <br>
+
of fate is drawn, <br>
 
The boys go up to the trench at dusk, but who <br>
 
The boys go up to the trench at dusk, but who <br>
  will come back at dawn? <br>
+
will come back at dawn? <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
The winds come soft of an evening o'er the <br>
 
The winds come soft of an evening o'er the <br>
  fields of golden grain, <br>
+
fields of golden grain, <br>
 
The good sharp scythes will cut the corn ere we <br>
 
The good sharp scythes will cut the corn ere we <br>
  come back again; <br>
+
come back again; <br>
 
The village girls will tend the grain and mill the <br>
 
The village girls will tend the grain and mill the <br>
  Autumn yield <br>
+
Autumn yield <br>
 
While we go forth to other work upon another <br>
 
While we go forth to other work upon another <br>
  field. <br>
+
field. <br>
 
<br>  
 
<br>  
 
They'll cook the big brown Flemish loaves and <br>
 
They'll cook the big brown Flemish loaves and <br>
  tend the oven fire, <br>
+
tend the oven fire, <br>
 
And while they do the daily toil of barn and <br>
 
And while they do the daily toil of barn and <br>
  bench and byre <br>
+
bench and byre <br>
 
They'll think of hearty fellows gone and sigh <br>
 
They'll think of hearty fellows gone and sigh <br>
  for them in vain  --  <br>
+
for them in vain  --  <br>
 
The billet boys, the London lads who won't <br>
 
The billet boys, the London lads who won't <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  THE LITTLE BROWN BIRD <br>
+
THE LITTLE BROWN BIRD <br>
<br>
+
<br>
  THERE'S a little brown bird in the <br>
+
THERE'S a little brown bird in the <br>
    spinney, <br>
+
spinney, <br>
  With a little gold cap on its head, <br>
+
With a little gold cap on its head, <br>
  Gold as the gold of a guinea, <br>
+
Gold as the gold of a guinea, <br>
  And its legs they are wobbly and <br>
+
And its legs they are wobbly and <br>
    red. <br>
+
red. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
MYSELF.  "Little brown bird, is your singing <br>
 
MYSELF.  "Little brown bird, is your singing <br>
    Over and finished and done?"<br>
+
Over and finished and done?"<br>
 
<br>  
 
<br>  
 
BIRD.  "I wait for the fairy who's bringing <br>
 
BIRD.  "I wait for the fairy who's bringing <br>
    Spring and its showers and its sun."<br>
+
Spring and its showers and its sun."<br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
MYSELF.  "What will you do in December?"<br>
 
MYSELF.  "What will you do in December?"<br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
BIRD.  "Do? What I'm doing just now: <br>
 
BIRD.  "Do? What I'm doing just now: <br>
    Here on the first of November, <br>
+
Here on the first of November, <br>
    Shivering mute on a bough."<br>
+
Shivering mute on a bough."<br>
 
<br>
 
<br>
 
MYSELF.  "But April will find you quite <br>
 
MYSELF.  "But April will find you quite <br>
    cheery! "<br>
+
cheery! "<br>
    I said with a pang in my breast. <br>
+
I said with a pang in my breast. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
BIRD.  "In April I'll get me a dearie <br>
 
BIRD.  "In April I'll get me a dearie <br>
    And help her to fashion a nest "<br>
+
And help her to fashion a nest "<br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  THE LISTENING-PATROL <br>
+
THE LISTENING-PATROL <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
WITH my bosom friend, Bill, armed ready to <br>
 
WITH my bosom friend, Bill, armed ready to <br>
  kill, <br>
+
kill, <br>
 
I go over the top as a listening-patrol. <br>
 
I go over the top as a listening-patrol. <br>
 
Good watch we will keep if we don't fall asleep, <br>
 
Good watch we will keep if we don't fall asleep, <br>
 
As we huddle for warmth in a shell-shovelled <br>
 
As we huddle for warmth in a shell-shovelled <br>
  hole. <br>
+
hole. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
In the battle-lit night all the plain is alight, <br>
 
In the battle-lit night all the plain is alight, <br>
 
Where the grasshoppers chirp to the frogs <br>
 
Where the grasshoppers chirp to the frogs <br>
  in the pond, <br>
+
in the pond, <br>
 
And the star-shells are seen bursting red, blue, <br>
 
And the star-shells are seen bursting red, blue, <br>
  and green, <br>
+
and green, <br>
 
O'er the enemy's trench just a stone's-throw <br>
 
O'er the enemy's trench just a stone's-throw <br>
  beyond. <br>
+
beyond. <br>
 
<br>  
 
<br>  
 
The grasses hang damp o'er each wee glow- <br>
 
The grasses hang damp o'er each wee glow- <br>
  worm lamp <br>
+
worm lamp <br>
 
That is placed on the ground for a fairy <br>
 
That is placed on the ground for a fairy <br>
  camp-fire, <br>
+
camp-fire, <br>
 
And the night-breezes wheel where the mice <br>
 
And the night-breezes wheel where the mice <br>
  squeak and squeal, <br>
+
squeak and squeal, <br>
 
Making sounds like the enemy cutting our <br>
 
Making sounds like the enemy cutting our <br>
  wire. <br>
+
wire. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Here are thousands of toads in their ancient <br>
 
Here are thousands of toads in their ancient <br>
  abodes, <br>
+
abodes, <br>
 
Each toad on its stool and each stool in its <br>
 
Each toad on its stool and each stool in its <br>
  place, <br>
+
place, <br>
 
And a robin sits by with a vigilant eye <br>
 
And a robin sits by with a vigilant eye <br>
 
On a grim garden-spider's wife washing her<br>  
 
On a grim garden-spider's wife washing her<br>  
  face. <br>
+
face. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Now Bill never sees any marvels like these, <br>
 
Now Bill never sees any marvels like these, <br>
 
When I speak of the sights he looks up with <br>
 
When I speak of the sights he looks up with <br>
  amaze, <br>
+
amaze, <br>
 
And he smothers a yawn, saying, "Wake me at <br>
 
And he smothers a yawn, saying, "Wake me at <br>
  dawn,"<br>
+
dawn,"<br>
 
While the Dustman from Nod sprinkles dust <br>
 
While the Dustman from Nod sprinkles dust <br>
  in his eyes. <br>
+
in his eyes. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
But these things you'll see if you come out <br>
 
But these things you'll see if you come out <br>
  with me, <br>
+
with me, <br>
 
And sit by my side in a shell-shovelled hole, <br>
 
And sit by my side in a shell-shovelled hole, <br>
 
Where the fairy-bells croon to the ivory moon <br>
 
Where the fairy-bells croon to the ivory moon <br>
 
When the soldier is out on a listening-patrol. <br>
 
When the soldier is out on a listening-patrol. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  A VISION <br>
+
A VISION <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
THIS is a tale of the trenches <br>
 
THIS is a tale of the trenches <br>
 
Told when the shadows creep <br>
 
Told when the shadows creep <br>
Line 855: Line 854:
 
Flung from the sandbag alleys, <br>
 
Flung from the sandbag alleys, <br>
 
Into the ghostly air. <br>
 
Into the ghostly air. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
They see in the growing grasses <br>
 
They see in the growing grasses <br>
 
That rise from the beaten zone <br>
 
That rise from the beaten zone <br>
 
Their poor unforgotten comrades <br>
 
Their poor unforgotten comrades <br>
 
Wasting in skin and bone, <br>
 
Wasting in skin and bone, <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
And the grass creeps silently o'er them <br>
 
And the grass creeps silently o'er them <br>
 
Where comrade and foe are blent <br>
 
Where comrade and foe are blent <br>
 
In God's own peaceful churchyard <br>
 
In God's own peaceful churchyard <br>
 
When the fire of their might is spent. <br>
 
When the fire of their might is spent. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
But the men who stand to their rifles <br>
 
But the men who stand to their rifles <br>
 
See all the dead on the plain <br>
 
See all the dead on the plain <br>
 
Rise at the hour of midnight <br>
 
Rise at the hour of midnight <br>
 
To fight their battles again. <br>
 
To fight their battles again. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Each to his place in the combat, <br>
 
Each to his place in the combat, <br>
 
All to the parts they played <br>
 
All to the parts they played <br>
 
With bayonet, brisk to its purpose, <br>
 
With bayonet, brisk to its purpose, <br>
 
Rifle and hand grenade. <br>
 
Rifle and hand grenade. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Shadow races with shadow, <br>
 
Shadow races with shadow, <br>
 
Steel comes quick on steel, <br>
 
Steel comes quick on steel, <br>
 
Swords that are deadly silent <br>
 
Swords that are deadly silent <br>
 
And shadows that do not feel. <br>
 
And shadows that do not feel. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
And shades recoil and recover <br>
 
And shades recoil and recover <br>
 
And fade away as they fall <br>
 
And fade away as they fall <br>
 
In the space between the trenches, <br>
 
In the space between the trenches, <br>
 
And the watchers see it all. <br>
 
And the watchers see it all. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  THE HIPE <br>
+
THE HIPE <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
"WHAT do you do with your rifle, son ?"I <br>
 
"WHAT do you do with your rifle, son ?"I <br>
  clean it every day, <br>
+
clean it every day, <br>
And rub it with an oily rag to keep the rust <br>
+
and rub it with an oily rag to keep the rust <br>
  away; <br>
+
away; <br>
 
I slope, present, and port the thing when <br>
 
I slope, present, and port the thing when <br>
  sweating on parade. <br>
+
sweating on parade. <br>
 
I strop my razor on the sling; the bayonet <br>
 
I strop my razor on the sling; the bayonet <br>
  stand is made <br>
+
stand is made <br>
 
For me to hang my mirror on. I often use it, <br>
 
For me to hang my mirror on. I often use it, <br>
  too, <br>
+
too, <br>
 
As handle for the dixie, sir, and lug around the <br>
 
As handle for the dixie, sir, and lug around the <br>
  stew. <br>
+
stew. <br>
 
"But did you ever fire it, son?"Just once, <br>
 
"But did you ever fire it, son?"Just once, <br>
  but never more. <br>
+
but never more. <br>
 
I fired it at a German trench, and when my <br>
 
I fired it at a German trench, and when my <br>
  work was o'er <br>
+
work was o'er <br>
 
The sergeant down the barrel glanced, and <br>
 
The sergeant down the barrel glanced, and <br>
  then he said to me, <br>
+
then he said to me, <br>
 
"Your hipe*  is dirty. Penalty<br>
 
"Your hipe*  is dirty. Penalty<br>
 
is seven days' <br>
 
is seven days' <br>
  C.B.!"<br>
+
C.B.!"<br>
 
<br>
 
<br>
 
*  Hipe, regimental slang for a rifle <br>
 
*  Hipe, regimental slang for a rifle <br>
 
<br>  
 
<br>  
 
<br>
 
<br>
  THE TRENCH <br>
+
THE TRENCH <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
THE long trench, twisting, turning, wanders <br>
 
THE long trench, twisting, turning, wanders <br>
  wayward as a rlver <br>
+
wayward as a rlver <br>
 
Through the poppy-flowers blooming in the <br>
 
Through the poppy-flowers blooming in the <br>
  grasses dewy wet, <br>
+
grasses dewy wet, <br>
 
The buttercups sit shyly and the daisies nod <br>
 
The buttercups sit shyly and the daisies nod <br>
  and quiver, <br>
+
and quiver, <br>
 
Where the bright defiant bayonets rim the <br>
 
Where the bright defiant bayonets rim the <br>
  sandbagged parapet, <br>
+
sandbagged parapet, <br>
 
In the peaceful dawn the trenches hold a <br>
 
In the peaceful dawn the trenches hold a <br>
  menace and a threat. <br>
+
menace and a threat. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
The last faint evening streamer touches heaven <br>
 
The last faint evening streamer touches heaven <br>
  with its finger, <br>
+
with its finger, <br>
 
The vast night's starry legion sends its first <br>
 
The vast night's starry legion sends its first <br>
  lone herald star, <br>
+
lone herald star, <br>
 
Around the bay and traverse little twilight <br>
 
Around the bay and traverse little twilight <br>
  colours linger <br>
+
colours linger <br>
 
And incense-laden breezes come in crooning <br>
 
And incense-laden breezes come in crooning <br>
  from afar, <br>
+
from afar, <br>
 
To where above the sandbags gleam the steely <br>
 
To where above the sandbags gleam the steely <br>
  fangs of war. <br>
+
fangs of war. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
All the night the frogs go chuckle, all the day <br>
 
All the night the frogs go chuckle, all the day <br>
  the birds are singing <br>
+
the birds are singing <br>
 
In the pond beside the meadow, by the <br>
 
In the pond beside the meadow, by the <br>
  roadway poplar-lined, <br>
+
roadway poplar-lined, <br>
 
In the field between the trenches are a million <br>
 
In the field between the trenches are a million <br>
  blossoms springing <br>
+
blossoms springing <br>
 
'Twixt the grass of silver bayonets where the <br>
 
'Twixt the grass of silver bayonets where the <br>
  lines of battle wind <br>
+
lines of battle wind <br>
 
Where man has manned the trenches for the <br>
 
Where man has manned the trenches for the <br>
  maiming of his kind. <br>
+
maiming of his kind. <br>
 +
<br>
 
<br>
 
<br>
<br>
 
 
   
 
   
  ON ACTIVE SERVICE <br>
+
ON ACTIVE SERVICE <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
FOR the bloke on Active Service, w'en 'e goes <br>
 
FOR the bloke on Active Service, w'en 'e goes <br>
  across the sea, <br>
+
across the sea, <br>
 
'E's sure to stand in terror of the things 'e <br>
 
'E's sure to stand in terror of the things 'e <br>
  doesn't see, <br>
+
doesn't see, <br>
 
A 'and grenade or mortar as it leaves the other <br>
 
A 'and grenade or mortar as it leaves the other <br>
  side <br>
+
side <br>
 
You can see an' 'ear it comin', so you simply <br>
 
You can see an' 'ear it comin', so you simply <br>
  steps aside. <br>
+
steps aside. <br>
 
The aeroplane above you may go droppin' <br>
 
The aeroplane above you may go droppin' <br>
  bombs a bit, <br>
+
bombs a bit, <br>
 
But lyin' in your dug-out you're unlucky if <br>
 
But lyin' in your dug-out you're unlucky if <br>
  you're 'it. <br>
+
you're 'it. <br>
 
V'en the breezes fills your trenches with <br>
 
V'en the breezes fills your trenches with <br>
  hasfixiatin' gas, <br>
+
hasfixiatin' gas, <br>
 
You puts on your respirator an' allows the <br>
 
You puts on your respirator an' allows the <br>
  stuff to pass. <br>
+
stuff to pass. <br>
 
W'en you're up against a feller with a bayonet <br>
 
W'en you're up against a feller with a bayonet <br>
  long an' keen, <br>
+
long an' keen, <br>
 
Just 'ave purchase of your weapon an' you'll <br>
 
Just 'ave purchase of your weapon an' you'll <br>
  drill the beggar clean. <br>
+
drill the beggar clean. <br>
 
W'en man and 'oss is chargin' you, upon your <br>
 
W'en man and 'oss is chargin' you, upon your <br>
  knees you kneel, <br>
+
knees you kneel, <br>
 
An' catch the 'oss's breastbone with an inch <br>
 
An' catch the 'oss's breastbone with an inch <br>
  or two of steel. <br>
+
or two of steel. <br>
 
It's sure to end its canter, an' as the creature <br>
 
It's sure to end its canter, an' as the creature <br>
  stops <br>
+
stops <br>
 
The rider pitches forward an' you catch 'im as <br>
 
The rider pitches forward an' you catch 'im as <br>
  'e drops. <br>
+
'e drops. <br>
 
It's w'en 'e sees 'is danger, an' 'e knows 'is way <br>
 
It's w'en 'e sees 'is danger, an' 'e knows 'is way <br>
  about <br>
+
about <br>
 
That a bloke is damned unlucky if e's knocked <br>
 
That a bloke is damned unlucky if e's knocked <br>
  completely out. <br>
+
completely out. <br>
 
But out on Active Service there are dangers <br>
 
But out on Active Service there are dangers <br>
  everywhere, <br>
+
everywhere, <br>
 
The shrapnel shell and bullet that comes on <br>
 
The shrapnel shell and bullet that comes on <br>
  you unaware, <br>
+
you unaware, <br>
 
The saucy little rifle is a perky little maid, <br>
 
The saucy little rifle is a perky little maid, <br>
 
An' w'en you've got 'er message you 'ave done <br>
 
An' w'en you've got 'er message you 'ave done <br>
  your last parade. <br>
+
your last parade. <br>
 
The four-point-five will seek you from some <br>
 
The four-point-five will seek you from some <br>
  distant leafy wood, <br>
+
distant leafy wood, <br>
 
An' taps you on the napper an' you're out of <br>
 
An' taps you on the napper an' you're out of <br>
  step for good. <br>
+
step for good. <br>
 
From the gun within the spinney to the sniper <br>
 
From the gun within the spinney to the sniper <br>
  up a tree <br>
+
up a tree <br>
 
There are terrors waitin' Tommy in the things <br>
 
There are terrors waitin' Tommy in the things <br>
  'e doesn't see. <br>
+
'e doesn't see. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  BILLETS <br>
+
BILLETS <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
OUR old battalion billets still, <br>
 
OUR old battalion billets still, <br>
 
Parades as usual go on, <br>
 
Parades as usual go on, <br>
Line 1,012: Line 1,011:
 
The trenches call us on, but oh! <br>
 
The trenches call us on, but oh! <br>
 
We don't go there, we don't go there!<br>  
 
We don't go there, we don't go there!<br>  
<br>
+
<br>
 
At night the stars are shining bright <br>
 
At night the stars are shining bright <br>
 
The old world voice is whispering near, <br>
 
The old world voice is whispering near, <br>
Line 1,021: Line 1,020:
 
But we're so far, so far apart, <br>
 
But we're so far, so far apart, <br>
 
Each lonely in a different land. <br>
 
Each lonely in a different land. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
But, dear, with sentiment aside <br>
 
But, dear, with sentiment aside <br>
 
(The candle dwindles to the cheese)*<br>
 
(The candle dwindles to the cheese)*<br>
Line 1,030: Line 1,029:
 
Sweet thoughts to you, sweetheart, and I <br>
 
Sweet thoughts to you, sweetheart, and I <br>
 
Turn in to billet barn, and bed. <br>
 
Turn in to billet barn, and bed. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
* The Old Sweats fashion sconces from cheese. <br>
 
* The Old Sweats fashion sconces from cheese. <br>
<br>
 
 
<br>
 
<br>
  IN THE MORNING <br>
+
<br>
    (Loos, 1915.) <br>
+
IN THE MORNING <br>
  <br>
+
(Loos, 1915.) <br>
 +
<br>
 
THE firefly haunts were lighted yet, <br>
 
THE firefly haunts were lighted yet, <br>
 
As we scaled the top of the parapet; <br>
 
As we scaled the top of the parapet; <br>
 
But the East grew pale to another fire, <br>
 
But the East grew pale to another fire, <br>
 
As our bayonets gleamed by the foeman's <br>
 
As our bayonets gleamed by the foeman's <br>
  wire; <br>
+
wire; <br>
 
And the sky was tinged with gold and grey, <br>
 
And the sky was tinged with gold and grey, <br>
 
And under our feet the dead men lay, <br>
 
And under our feet the dead men lay, <br>
Line 1,048: Line 1,047:
 
Still in the slushy pool and mud  --  <br>
 
Still in the slushy pool and mud  --  <br>
 
Ah I the path we came was a path of blood, <br>
 
Ah I the path we came was a path of blood, <br>
  When we went to Loos in the morning. <br>
+
When we went to Loos in the morning. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
A little grey church at the foot of a hill, <br>
 
A little grey church at the foot of a hill, <br>
 
With powdered glass on the window-sill. <br>
 
With powdered glass on the window-sill. <br>
Line 1,058: Line 1,057:
 
This we saw when the charge was done, <br>
 
This we saw when the charge was done, <br>
 
And the gas-clouds paled in the rising <br>
 
And the gas-clouds paled in the rising <br>
  sun, <br>
+
sun, <br>
  As we entered Loos in the morning. <br>
+
As we entered Loos in the morning. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
The dead men lay on the shell-scarred plain, <br>
 
The dead men lay on the shell-scarred plain, <br>
 
Where Death and the Autumn held their <br>
 
Where Death and the Autumn held their <br>
  reign  --  <br>
+
reign  --  <br>
 
Like banded ghosts in the heavens grey <br>
 
Like banded ghosts in the heavens grey <br>
 
The smoke of the powder paled away; <br>
 
The smoke of the powder paled away; <br>
Line 1,069: Line 1,068:
 
Shivered and shook in the sullen breeze, <br>
 
Shivered and shook in the sullen breeze, <br>
 
And there, where the trench through the <br>
 
And there, where the trench through the <br>
  graveyard wound, <br>
+
graveyard wound, <br>
 
The dead men's bones stuck over the ground <br>
 
The dead men's bones stuck over the ground <br>
  By the road to Loos in the morning. <br>
+
By the road to Loos in the morning. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
The turret towers that stood in the air, <br>
 
The turret towers that stood in the air, <br>
 
Sheltered a foeman sniper there  --  <br>
 
Sheltered a foeman sniper there  --  <br>
Line 1,080: Line 1,079:
 
To the sniper's toll at the barricade, <br>
 
To the sniper's toll at the barricade, <br>
 
But the quick went clattering through the <br>
 
But the quick went clattering through the <br>
  town, <br>
+
town, <br>
 
Shot at the sniper and brought him down, <br>
 
Shot at the sniper and brought him down, <br>
  As we entered Loos in the morning. <br>
+
As we entered Loos in the morning. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
The dead men lay on the cellar stair, <br>
 
The dead men lay on the cellar stair, <br>
 
Toll of the bomb that found them there. <br>
 
Toll of the bomb that found them there. <br>
Line 1,092: Line 1,091:
 
This we saw when the charge was done <br>
 
This we saw when the charge was done <br>
 
And the East blushed red to the rising sun <br>
 
And the East blushed red to the rising sun <br>
  In the town of Loos in the morning. <br>
+
In the town of Loos in the morning. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
    TO MARGARET <br>
+
TO MARGARET <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
IF we forget the Fairies, <br>
 
IF we forget the Fairies, <br>
 
And tread upon their rings, <br>
 
And tread upon their rings, <br>
 
God will perchance forget us, <br>
 
God will perchance forget us, <br>
 
And think of other things. <br>
 
And think of other things. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
When we forget you, Fairies, <br>
 
When we forget you, Fairies, <br>
 
Who guard our spirits' light: <br>
 
Who guard our spirits' light: <br>
 
God will forget the morrow, <br>
 
God will forget the morrow, <br>
 
And Day forget the Night. <br>
 
And Day forget the Night. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
DEATH AND THE FAIRIES <br>
 
DEATH AND THE FAIRIES <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
BEFORE I joined the Army <br>
 
BEFORE I joined the Army <br>
 
I lived in Donegal, <br>
 
I lived in Donegal, <br>
 
Where every night the Fairies <br>
 
Where every night the Fairies <br>
 
Would hold their carnival. <br>
 
Would hold their carnival. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
But now I'm out in Flanders, <br>
 
But now I'm out in Flanders, <br>
 
Where men like wheat-ears fall, <br>
 
Where men like wheat-ears fall, <br>
 
And it's Death and not the Fairies <br>
 
And it's Death and not the Fairies <br>
 
Who is holding carnival. <br>
 
Who is holding carnival. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  THE RETURN <br>
+
THE RETURN <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
THERE'S a tramp o' feet in the mornin,' <br>
 
THERE'S a tramp o' feet in the mornin,' <br>
 
There's an oath from an N.C.O., <br>
 
There's an oath from an N.C.O., <br>
Line 1,131: Line 1,130:
 
Up with the flush of the dawnin', <br>
 
Up with the flush of the dawnin', <br>
 
And back with the night again. <br>
 
And back with the night again. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Back again from the battle, <br>
 
Back again from the battle, <br>
 
From the mates we've left behind,<br>  
 
From the mates we've left behind,<br>  
 
And our officers are gloomy <br>
 
And our officers are gloomy <br>
 
And the N.C.O.'s are kind; <br>
 
And the N.C.O.'s are kind; <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
When a Jew's harp breaks the silence, <br>
 
When a Jew's harp breaks the silence, <br>
 
Purring an old refrain, <br>
 
Purring an old refrain, <br>
Line 1,142: Line 1,141:
 
<br>  
 
<br>  
 
"Here we are again! "<br>
 
"Here we are again! "<br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Here we are! <br>
 
Here we are! <br>
 
Here we are! <br>
 
Here we are! <br>
Line 1,151: Line 1,150:
 
Stiff as stones in the open,<br>  
 
Stiff as stones in the open,<br>  
 
Out of the doings for good. <br>
 
Out of the doings for good. <br>
  <br>
+
<br>
 
They'll never come back to advance or attack; <br>
 
They'll never come back to advance or attack; <br>
 
But, God! don't we wish that they could! <br>
 
But, God! don't we wish that they could! <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
<br>  
 
<br>  
  RED WINE <br>
+
RED WINE <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Now seven supple lads and clean <br>
 
Now seven supple lads and clean <br>
 
Sat down to drink one night, <br>
 
Sat down to drink one night, <br>
Line 1,166: Line 1,165:
 
But only three at Nouex-les-Mines <br>
 
But only three at Nouex-les-Mines <br>
 
Sit down to drink to-night. <br>
 
Sit down to drink to-night. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
And when we took the cobbled road <br>
 
And when we took the cobbled road <br>
 
We often took before, <br>
 
We often took before, <br>
Line 1,175: Line 1,174:
 
The good red wine at Nouex-les-Mines <br>
 
The good red wine at Nouex-les-Mines <br>
 
You would not stay behind. <br>
 
You would not stay behind. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
And when we left the trench to-night, <br>
 
And when we left the trench to-night, <br>
 
Each weary with his load, <br>
 
Each weary with his load, <br>
Line 1,184: Line 1,183:
 
And drink red wine at Nouex-les-Mines <br>
 
And drink red wine at Nouex-les-Mines <br>
 
As once you used to do. <br>
 
As once you used to do. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  THE DAWN <br>
+
THE DAWN <br>
    (Givenchy.) <br>
+
(Givenchy.) <br>
  <br>
+
<br>
 
THE dawn comes creeping o'er the plains, <br>
 
THE dawn comes creeping o'er the plains, <br>
 
The saffron clouds are streaked with red, <br>
 
The saffron clouds are streaked with red, <br>
Line 1,194: Line 1,193:
 
I see the drivers raise the reins <br>
 
I see the drivers raise the reins <br>
 
And urge their weary mules ahead. <br>
 
And urge their weary mules ahead. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
And men go up and men go down, <br>
 
And men go up and men go down, <br>
 
The marching hosts are grand to see <br>
 
The marching hosts are grand to see <br>
Line 1,200: Line 1,199:
 
In spinneys where the leaves of brown <br>
 
In spinneys where the leaves of brown <br>
 
Are falling on the dewy lea. <br>
 
Are falling on the dewy lea. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Lonely and still the village lies, <br>
 
Lonely and still the village lies, <br>
 
The houses sleeping, the blinds all drawn. <br>
 
The houses sleeping, the blinds all drawn. <br>
Line 1,206: Line 1,205:
 
The villagers fix their waking eyes <br>
 
The villagers fix their waking eyes <br>
 
On the shrapnel smoke that shrouds the<br>
 
On the shrapnel smoke that shrouds the<br>
  dawn. <br>
+
dawn. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Out of the battle, out of the night, <br>
 
Out of the battle, out of the night, <br>
 
Into the dawn and the blush of day, <br>
 
Into the dawn and the blush of day, <br>
Line 1,213: Line 1,212:
 
The road we love, it is straight and white, <br>
 
The road we love, it is straight and white, <br>
 
And it runs from the battle, away, away. <br>
 
And it runs from the battle, away, away. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  THE FLY <br>
+
THE FLY <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
BUZZ-FLY and gad-fly, dragon-fly and blue, <br>
 
BUZZ-FLY and gad-fly, dragon-fly and blue, <br>
 
When you're in the trenches come and visit <br>
 
When you're in the trenches come and visit <br>
  you, <br>
+
you, <br>
 
They revel in your butter-dish and riot on your <br>
 
They revel in your butter-dish and riot on your <br>
  ham, <br>
+
ham, <br>
 
Drill upon the army cheese and loot the <br>
 
Drill upon the army cheese and loot the <br>
  army jam. <br>
+
army jam. <br>
 
They're with you in the dusk and the dawning <br>
 
They're with you in the dusk and the dawning <br>
  and the noon, <br>
+
and the noon, <br>
 
They come in close formation, in column and <br>
 
They come in close formation, in column and <br>
  platoon. <br>
+
platoon. <br>
 
There's never zest like Tommy's zest when <br>
 
There's never zest like Tommy's zest when <br>
  these have got to die: <br>
+
these have got to die: <br>
 
For Tommy takes his puttees off and strafs the <br>
 
For Tommy takes his puttees off and strafs the <br>
  blooming fly. <br>
+
blooming fly. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  OUT YONDER <br>
+
OUT YONDER <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
You may see his eye shine brightly, for he bears <br>
 
You may see his eye shine brightly, for he bears <br>
  his burden lightly, <br>
+
his burden lightly, <br>
 
As he makes his journey nightly up the long <br>
 
As he makes his journey nightly up the long <br>
  road from Bethune, <br>
+
road from Bethune, <br>
 
With his bayonet briskly swinging, and you'll <br>
 
With his bayonet briskly swinging, and you'll <br>
  hear him singing, singing, <br>
+
hear him singing, singing, <br>
 
In the silence and the silver, molten silver, of <br>
 
In the silence and the silver, molten silver, of <br>
  the moon. <br>
+
the moon. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Young and eager  -- bright his face is, spirit of <br>
 
Young and eager  -- bright his face is, spirit of <br>
  the shrapneled places <br>
+
the shrapneled places <br>
 
Where the homes are battered, broken, and the <br>
 
Where the homes are battered, broken, and the <br>
  land in ruin lies. <br>
+
land in ruin lies. <br>
 
But the young adventure burning gives him <br>
 
But the young adventure burning gives him <br>
  never time for yearning, <br>
+
never time for yearning, <br>
 
And the natal flame of roving gleams like <br>
 
And the natal flame of roving gleams like <br>
  lightning in his eyes. <br>
+
lightning in his eyes. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
What awaits you, boy, out yonder, where the <br>
 
What awaits you, boy, out yonder, where the <br>
  great guns rip and thunder ? <br>
+
great guns rip and thunder ? <br>
 
There's a menace in their message  -- guns that <br>
 
There's a menace in their message  -- guns that <br>
  called you from afar. <br>
+
called you from afar. <br>
 
But where'er your fortunes guide you may no <br>
 
But where'er your fortunes guide you may no <br>
  woe or ill betide you  --  <br>
+
woe or ill betide you  --  <br>
 
Heaven speed you, little soldier, gaily going to <br>
 
Heaven speed you, little soldier, gaily going to <br>
  the war. <br>
+
the war. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  I WILL GO BACK <br>
+
I WILL GO BACK <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
I'LL go back again to my father's house and live <br>
 
I'LL go back again to my father's house and live <br>
  on my father's land  --  <br>
+
on my father's land  --  <br>
 
For my father's house is by Rosses' shore that <br>
 
For my father's house is by Rosses' shore that <br>
  slopes to Dooran strand, <br>
+
slopes to Dooran strand, <br>
 
And the wild mountains of Donegal rise up on <br>
 
And the wild mountains of Donegal rise up on <br>
  either hand. <br>
+
either hand. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
I have been gone from Donegal for seven years <br>
 
I have been gone from Donegal for seven years <br>
  and a day, <br>
+
and a day, <br>
 
And true enough it's a long, long while for a <br>
 
And true enough it's a long, long while for a <br>
  wanderer to stay  --  <br>
+
wanderer to stay  --  <br>
 
But the hills of home are aye in my heart and <br>
 
But the hills of home are aye in my heart and <br>
  never are far away. <br>
+
never are far away. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
The long white road winds o'er the hill from <br>
 
The long white road winds o'er the hill from <br>
  Fanad to Kilcar, <br>
+
Fanad to Kilcar, <br>
 
And winds apast Gweebara Bay where the <br>
 
And winds apast Gweebara Bay where the <br>
  deep sea-waters are  --  <br>
+
deep sea-waters are  --  <br>
 
Where the long grey boats go out by night to <br>
 
Where the long grey boats go out by night to <br>
  fish beyond the bar. <br>
+
fish beyond the bar. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
I'll lie by the beach the livelong day, where the <br>
 
I'll lie by the beach the livelong day, where the <br>
  foreshore dips to the sea  --  <br>
+
foreshore dips to the sea  --  <br>
 
When the sun is red on the golden gorse as once <br>
 
When the sun is red on the golden gorse as once <br>
  it used to be; <br>
+
it used to be; <br>
 
And, O! but it's many an olden thought will <br>
 
And, O! but it's many an olden thought will <br>
  come up in the heart of me. <br>
+
come up in the heart of me. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
For the friends of my youth shall gather <br>
 
For the friends of my youth shall gather <br>
  around, the friends that I knew of old, <br>
+
around, the friends that I knew of old, <br>
 
The olden songs will be sung to me and the old, <br>
 
The olden songs will be sung to me and the old, <br>
  old stories told <br>
+
old stories told <br>
 
Beside the fire of my father's house when the <br>
 
Beside the fire of my father's house when the <br>
  nights are long and cold. <br>
+
nights are long and cold. <br>
 
<br>  
 
<br>  
 
'Tis there that I'll pass my years away, back in <br>
 
'Tis there that I'll pass my years away, back in <br>
  my native land; <br>
+
my native land; <br>
 
In my father's house by Rosses' shore that lies <br>
 
In my father's house by Rosses' shore that lies <br>
  by Dooran strand, <br>
+
by Dooran strand, <br>
 
Where the hills of ancient Donegal rise up on <br>
 
Where the hills of ancient Donegal rise up on <br>
  either hand. <br>
+
either hand. <br>
<br>  
+
<br>  
<br>
+
<br>
  THE FARMER'S BOY <br>
+
THE FARMER'S BOY <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
[Every May, a great number of Donegal youths, whose ages range from twelve to fifteen years, go to the hiring fair of Strabane in the Co. Tyrone, and there, in the market-place, they are sold like cattle to the highest bidder. Their wages range from 31 to 35 /s for six months, and they have to work about eighteen hours a day.]<br>   
 
[Every May, a great number of Donegal youths, whose ages range from twelve to fifteen years, go to the hiring fair of Strabane in the Co. Tyrone, and there, in the market-place, they are sold like cattle to the highest bidder. Their wages range from 31 to 35 /s for six months, and they have to work about eighteen hours a day.]<br>   
<br>
+
<br>
 
WHEN I went o'er the mountains a farmer's boy <br>
 
WHEN I went o'er the mountains a farmer's boy <br>
  to be, <br>
+
to be, <br>
 
My mother wept all morning when taking leave <br>
 
My mother wept all morning when taking leave <br>
  of me; <br>
+
of me; <br>
 
My heart was heavy in me, but I thrept that I <br>
 
My heart was heavy in me, but I thrept that I <br>
  was gay: <br>
+
was gay: <br>
 
A man of twelve should never weep when going <br>
 
A man of twelve should never weep when going <br>
  far away. <br>
+
far away. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
In the country o'er the mountains the rough <br>
 
In the country o'er the mountains the rough <br>
  roads straggle down, <br>
+
roads straggle down, <br>
 
There's many a long and weary mile 'twixt <br>
 
There's many a long and weary mile 'twixt <br>
  there and Glenties town; <br>
+
there and Glenties town; <br>
 
I went to be a farmer's boy, to work the season <br>
 
I went to be a farmer's boy, to work the season <br>
  through, <br>
+
through, <br>
 
From Whitsuntide to Hallowe'en, which time <br>
 
From Whitsuntide to Hallowe'en, which time <br>
  the rent came due. <br>
+
the rent came due. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
When virgin pure, the dawn's white arm stole <br>
 
When virgin pure, the dawn's white arm stole <br>
  o'er my mother's door, <br>
+
o'er my mother's door, <br>
 
From Glenties town I took the road I never <br>
 
From Glenties town I took the road I never <br>
  trod before; <br>
+
trod before; <br>
 
Come Lammas tide I would not see the trout <br>
 
Come Lammas tide I would not see the trout <br>
  in Greenan's Burn, <br>
+
in Greenan's Burn, <br>
 
And Hallowe'en might come and go, but I <br>
 
And Hallowe'en might come and go, but I <br>
  would not return. <br>
+
would not return. <br>
 
<br>  
 
<br>  
 
My mother's love for me is warm; her house <br>
 
My mother's love for me is warm; her house <br>
  is cold and bare: <br>
+
is cold and bare: <br>
 
A man who wants to see the world has little <br>
 
A man who wants to see the world has little <br>
  comfort there; <br>
+
comfort there; <br>
 
And there 'tis hard to pay the rent, for all you <br>
 
And there 'tis hard to pay the rent, for all you <br>
  dig and delve, <br>
+
dig and delve, <br>
 
But there's hope beyond the mountains for a <br>
 
But there's hope beyond the mountains for a <br>
  little man of twelve. <br>
+
little man of twelve. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
When I went o'er the mountains I worked for <br>
 
When I went o'er the mountains I worked for <br>
  days on end, <br>
+
days on end, <br>
 
Without a saul to cheer me through or one to <br>
 
Without a saul to cheer me through or one to <br>
  call me friend; <br>
+
call me friend; <br>
 
With older mates I toiled and toiled, in rain <br>
 
With older mates I toiled and toiled, in rain <br>
  and heat and wind, <br>
+
and heat and wind, <br>
 
And kept my place. A Glenties man is never <br>
 
And kept my place. A Glenties man is never <br>
  left behind. <br>
+
left behind. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
The farmer's wench looked down on me, for she <br>
 
The farmer's wench looked down on me, for she <br>
  was spruce and clean, <br>
+
was spruce and clean, <br>
 
But men of twelve don't care for girls like lads <br>
 
But men of twelve don't care for girls like lads <br>
  of seventeen; <br>
+
of seventeen; <br>
 
And sorrow take the farmer's wench! her <br>
 
And sorrow take the farmer's wench! her <br>
  pride could never hold <br>
+
pride could never hold <br>
 
With mine when hoeing turnip fields with <br>
 
With mine when hoeing turnip fields with <br>
  fellows twice as old. <br>
+
fellows twice as old. <br>
 
<br>  
 
<br>  
 
And so from May to Hallowe'en I wrought and <br>
 
And so from May to Hallowe'en I wrought and <br>
  felt content, <br>
+
felt content, <br>
 
And sent my wages through the post to pay my <br>
 
And sent my wages through the post to pay my <br>
  mother's rent; <br>
+
mother's rent; <br>
 
For I kept up the Glenties name, and blest, <br>
 
For I kept up the Glenties name, and blest, <br>
  when all was done, <br>
+
when all was done, <br>
 
The pride that gave a man of twelve the <br>
 
The pride that gave a man of twelve the <br>
  strength of twenty-one. <br>
+
strength of twenty-one. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  THE DUG-OUT <br>
+
THE DUG-OUT <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
DEEPER than the daisies in the rubble and the <br>
 
DEEPER than the daisies in the rubble and the <br>
  loam, <br>
+
loam, <br>
 
Wayward as a river the winding trenches <br>
 
Wayward as a river the winding trenches <br>
  roam, <br>
+
roam, <br>
 
Past bowed, decrepit dug-outs leaning on their <br>
 
Past bowed, decrepit dug-outs leaning on their <br>
  props, <br>
+
props, <br>
 
Beyond the shattered village -where the <br>
 
Beyond the shattered village -where the <br>
  lightest limber stops; <br>
+
lightest limber stops; <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Through fields untilled and barren, and ripped <br>
 
Through fields untilled and barren, and ripped <br>
  by shot and shell,  --  <br>
+
by shot and shell,  --  <br>
 
The bloodstained braes of Souchez, the <br>
 
The bloodstained braes of Souchez, the <br>
  meadows of Vermelles, <br>
+
meadows of Vermelles, <br>
 
And poppies crown the parapet that rises from <br>
 
And poppies crown the parapet that rises from <br>
  the mud  --  <br>
+
the mud  --  <br>
 
Where the soldiers' homes  -- the dug-outs  --  <br>
 
Where the soldiers' homes  -- the dug-outs  --  <br>
  are built of clay and blood. <br>
+
are built of clay and blood. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Our comrades on the level roofs, the dead men, <br>
 
Our comrades on the level roofs, the dead men, <br>
  waste away <br>
+
waste away <br>
 
Upon the soldiers' frontier homes, the <br>
 
Upon the soldiers' frontier homes, the <br>
  crannies in the clay; <br>
+
crannies in the clay; <br>
 
For on the meadows of Vermelles, and all the <br>
 
For on the meadows of Vermelles, and all the <br>
  country round, <br>
+
country round, <br>
 
The stiff and still stare at the skies, the quick <br>
 
The stiff and still stare at the skies, the quick <br>
  are underground. <br>
+
are underground. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  STRAF' THAT FLY <br>
+
STRAF' THAT FLY <br>
    (Bully-Grenay.) <br>
+
(Bully-Grenay.) <br>
  <br>
+
<br>
 
THERE'S the butter, gad, and horse-fly, <br>
 
THERE'S the butter, gad, and horse-fly, <br>
 
The blow-fly and the blue, <br>
 
The blow-fly and the blue, <br>
Line 1,415: Line 1,414:
 
But never flew a worse fly <br>
 
But never flew a worse fly <br>
 
Of all the flies that flew <br>
 
Of all the flies that flew <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Than the little sneaky black fly <br>
 
Than the little sneaky black fly <br>
 
That gobbles up our ham, <br>
 
That gobbles up our ham, <br>
Line 1,421: Line 1,420:
 
He really is a crack fly, <br>
 
He really is a crack fly, <br>
 
And wolfs the soldiers' jam. <br>
 
And wolfs the soldiers' jam. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
So straf' that fly! our motto <br>
 
So straf' that fly! our motto <br>
 
Is "Straf' him when you can."<br>
 
Is "Straf' him when you can."<br>
Line 1,427: Line 1,426:
 
He'll go because he's got to, <br>
 
He'll go because he's got to, <br>
 
So at him, every man! <br>
 
So at him, every man! <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  THE STAR SHELL <br>
+
THE STAR SHELL <br>
  (  Loos ) <br>
+
(  Loos ) <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
A STAR-SHELL holds the sky beyond <br>
 
A STAR-SHELL holds the sky beyond <br>
 
Shell-shivered Loos, and drops <br>
 
Shell-shivered Loos, and drops <br>
Line 1,441: Line 1,440:
 
And die away, as soldiers die <br>
 
And die away, as soldiers die <br>
 
Upon the wastes of death. <br>
 
Upon the wastes of death. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  AFTER THE WAR <br>
+
AFTER THE WAR <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
WHEN I come back to England, <br>
 
WHEN I come back to England, <br>
 
And times of Peace come round, <br>
 
And times of Peace come round, <br>
Line 1,453: Line 1,452:
 
For I'm a British soldier <br>
 
For I'm a British soldier <br>
 
With a British soldier's pay. <br>
 
With a British soldier's pay. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
I only joined for fun, <br>
 
I only joined for fun, <br>
 
Never joined for profit  -- <br>  
 
Never joined for profit  -- <br>  
Line 1,467: Line 1,466:
 
And be a blooming boot-black <br>
 
And be a blooming boot-black <br>
 
On Charing Cross parade. <br>
 
On Charing Cross parade. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
I will not leave for fun  --  <br>
 
I will not leave for fun  --  <br>
 
The change will bring me profit. <br>
 
The change will bring me profit. <br>
 
The Army pay is good, <br>
 
The Army pay is good, <br>
 
But, God! there's little of it. <br>
 
But, God! there's little of it. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
<br>
+
<br>
  A SOLDIER'S PRAYER <br>
+
A SOLDIER'S PRAYER <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
GIVENCHY village lies a wreck, Givenchy <br>
 
GIVENCHY village lies a wreck, Givenchy <br>
  Church is bare, <br>
+
Church is bare, <br>
 
No more the peasant maidens come to say <br>
 
No more the peasant maidens come to say <br>
  their vespers there. <br>
+
their vespers there. <br>
 
The altar rails are wrenched apart, with rubble <br>
 
The altar rails are wrenched apart, with rubble <br>
  littered o'er, <br>
+
littered o'er, <br>
 
The sacred, broken sanctuary-lamp lies smashed <br>
 
The sacred, broken sanctuary-lamp lies smashed <br>
  upon the floor; <br>
+
upon the floor; <br>
 
And mute upon the crucifix He looks upon it <br>
 
And mute upon the crucifix He looks upon it <br>
  all  --  <br>
+
all  --  <br>
 
The great white Christ, the shrapnel-scourged, <br>
 
The great white Christ, the shrapnel-scourged, <br>
  upon the eastern wall. <br>
+
upon the eastern wall. <br>
 
He sees the churchyard halved by shells, the <br>
 
He sees the churchyard halved by shells, the <br>
  tombstones flung about, <br>
+
tombstones flung about, <br>
 
And dead men's skulls, and white, white bones <br>
 
And dead men's skulls, and white, white bones <br>
  the shells have shovelled out; <br>
+
the shells have shovelled out; <br>
 
The trenches running line by line through <br>
 
The trenches running line by line through <br>
  meadow fields of green, <br>
+
meadow fields of green, <br>
 
The bayonets on the parapets, the wasting <br>
 
The bayonets on the parapets, the wasting <br>
  flesh between; <br>
+
flesh between; <br>
 
Around Givenchy's ruined church the levels, <br>
 
Around Givenchy's ruined church the levels, <br>
  poppy-red, <br>
+
poppy-red, <br>
 
Are set apart for silent hosts, the legions of <br>
 
Are set apart for silent hosts, the legions of <br>
  the dead. <br>
+
the dead. <br>
 
<br>  
 
<br>  
 
And when at night on sentry-go, with danger <br>
 
And when at night on sentry-go, with danger <br>
  keeping tryst, <br>
+
keeping tryst, <br>
 
I see upon the crucifix the blood-stained form <br>
 
I see upon the crucifix the blood-stained form <br>
  of Christ <br>
+
of Christ <br>
 
Defiled and maimed, the merciful on vigil all <br>
 
Defiled and maimed, the merciful on vigil all <br>
  the time, <br>
+
the time, <br>
 
Pitying his children's wrath, their passion and <br>
 
Pitying his children's wrath, their passion and <br>
  their crime. <br>
+
their crime. <br>
 
Mute, mute He hangs upon His Cross, the <br>
 
Mute, mute He hangs upon His Cross, the <br>
  symbol of His pain, <br>
+
symbol of His pain, <br>
 
And as men scourged Him long ago, they <br>
 
And as men scourged Him long ago, they <br>
  scourge Him once again  --  <br>
+
scourge Him once again  --  <br>
 
There in the lonely war-lit night to Christ the <br>
 
There in the lonely war-lit night to Christ the <br>
  Lord To call, <br>
+
Lord To call, <br>
 
"Forgive the ones who work Thee harm. O <br>
 
"Forgive the ones who work Thee harm. O <br>
  Lord, forgive us all."<br>
+
Lord, forgive us all."<br>
<br><br>
+
<br><br>
 
   
 
   
  DUG-OUT PROVERBS <br>
+
DUG-OUT PROVERBS <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
HERE are the Old Sweats sayings. He tells the <br>
 
HERE are the Old Sweats sayings. He tells the <br>
  tale of his trade  --  <br>
+
tale of his trade  --  <br>
 
Gleanings from trench and dug-out, battle, <br>
 
Gleanings from trench and dug-out, battle, <br>
  fatigue, parade. <br>
+
fatigue, parade. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
'Tis said the Boche has pluck enouh. Of this <br>
 
'Tis said the Boche has pluck enouh. Of this <br>
  I have no doubt, <br>
+
I have no doubt, <br>
 
But see him in the darkest light until you've <br>
 
But see him in the darkest light until you've <br>
  knocked him out. <br>
+
knocked him out. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Your dug-out took you hours to build. Got <br>
 
Your dug-out took you hours to build. Got <br>
  broken in a minute! <br>
+
broken in a minute! <br>
 
A rotten shame! Be thankful, son, your carcass <br>
 
A rotten shame! Be thankful, son, your carcass <br>
  isn't in it. <br>
+
isn't in it. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
And if one shelters you a night tend it roof and <br>
 
And if one shelters you a night tend it roof and <br>
  rafter, <br>
+
rafter, <br>
 
And make it better than it was  -- for those who <br>
 
And make it better than it was  -- for those who <br>
  follow after. <br>
+
follow after. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
"The trench is calm,"you say, my son. The <br>
 
"The trench is calm,"you say, my son. The <br>
  Boche is keeping quiet. <br>
+
Boche is keeping quiet. <br>
 
Then keep your rifle close at hand. We soon <br>
 
Then keep your rifle close at hand. We soon <br>
  shall have a riot. <br>
+
shall have a riot. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
A soldier's life is risky; it may end damn quick. <br>
 
A soldier's life is risky; it may end damn quick. <br>
  Well, let it! <br>
+
Well, let it! <br>
 
Since we get five francs every week we'll burst <br>
 
Since we get five francs every week we'll burst <br>
  it when we get it. <br>
+
it when we get it. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
You may cough and sneeze in your dug-out, <br>
 
You may cough and sneeze in your dug-out, <br>
  but you can't go anywhere. <br>
+
but you can't go anywhere. <br>
 
There's little health around the house  -- the dead <br>
 
There's little health around the house  -- the dead <br>
  are lying there. <br>
+
are lying there. <br>
 
<br>  
 
<br>  
 
You may dig as deep as a spade can dig, but <br>
 
You may dig as deep as a spade can dig, but <br>
  the Boche's eye can tell <br>
+
the Boche's eye can tell <br>
 
Where the khaki moles have plied their trade, <br>
 
Where the khaki moles have plied their trade, <br>
  and the beggars burrow well. <br>
+
and the beggars burrow well. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
Pray to God when the dirt* flies over and<br>
 
Pray to God when the dirt* flies over and<br>
 
the <br>
 
the <br>
  country flops about, <br>
+
country flops about, <br>
 
But stick to your dug-out all the same until <br>
 
But stick to your dug-out all the same until <br>
  you're ordered out. <br>
+
you're ordered out. <br>
 
<br>  
 
<br>  
 
When guns are going large a bit and sending <br>
 
When guns are going large a bit and sending <br>
  gifts from Krupp, <br>
+
gifts from Krupp, <br>
 
You've got to keep your napper low, but keep <br>
 
You've got to keep your napper low, but keep <br>
  your spirits up. <br>
+
your spirits up. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
These are the dug-out maxims which the "Old <br>
 
These are the dug-out maxims which the "Old <br>
  Sweats"fling about, <br>
+
Sweats"fling about, <br>
 
For the better education of the "rooky "newly <br>
 
For the better education of the "rooky "newly <br>
  out <br>
+
out <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
*  Trench term for shells.<br>
 
*  Trench term for shells.<br>
<br>
 
 
<br>
 
<br>
  MATEY <br>
+
<br>
  (Cambrin, May, 1915.) <br>
+
MATEY <br>
  <br>
+
(Cambrin, May, 1915.) <br>
 +
<br>
 
NOT comin' back to-night, matey, <br>
 
NOT comin' back to-night, matey, <br>
 
And reliefs are comin' through, <br>
 
And reliefs are comin' through, <br>
Line 1,601: Line 1,600:
 
But now, though reliefs 'ave come, matey, <br>
 
But now, though reliefs 'ave come, matey, <br>
 
I'm goin' alone to-night. <br>
 
I'm goin' alone to-night. <br>
<br>
+
<br>
 
I'd sooner the bullet was mine, matey  --  <br>
 
I'd sooner the bullet was mine, matey  --  <br>
 
Goin' out on my own, <br>
 
Goin' out on my own, <br>
Line 1,609: Line 1,608:
 
And this is the way we part, <br>
 
And this is the way we part, <br>
 
The bullet went through your head, matey, <br>
 
The bullet went through your head, matey, <br>
But Gawd! it went through my 'eart. <br>
+
But Gawd! it went through my 'eart.
<br>
+
</body>
+
<hr>
+
<address>
+
Created:  16 June 1996, 09:40:08
+
Last Updated:  12 November 1997
+
</address>
+
</html><br>
+

Revision as of 17:57, 28 December 2007

Soldier Songs by Patrick MacGill
From The Great Push

The Great Push; An Episode of the War by Patrick MacGill

"The London Irish distinguished themselves at Loos and Rifleman Patrick MacGill was present during the whole operation. His story is a series of vivid pictures of battle and the horrors left behind the charging troops. Humour and tragedy go hand in hand in this latest work of realism from the pen of the author of Children of the Dead End."
Herbert Jenkins, Ltd., 12, Arundel Place S.W.

(Toronto: William Briggs. London: Herbert Jenkins Ltd. MCMXVII)


My Dear H.J.,

You have often asked me what are the favourite songs of the soldier on Active Service, the rhymed lines which give expression to his soul. It is difficult to give an answer, the mere words are "dud"shells, which drop harmlessly to earth close to their objective. The soldier and his song cannot be separated from their surroundings.

Let me explain and quote in illustration an incident which occurred a few weeks ago.

A certain regiment, which glories in the name of the "Old Diehards,"sent a draft to the "London Irish,"and the new-comers attached to our battalion became part of the units' fighting strength. Sixty per cent of the draft were "old sweats,"men who had fought well on many a bloody field, and added by prowess of arms numerous honours to their own beloved regiment. They had shared their last crust with hearty comrades in the retreat from Mons, they battled side by side with these comrades on the Marne, and wept over their graves by the Aisne.

The circumstances of war strengthen the esprit-de-corps of a soldier, and I am not far wrong in stating that pride of regiment in an "old sweat"is much stronger than love of country. On the evening of their arrival these veterans sat in their huts and sang the song the "Old Diehards."Mere doggerel the verse, the words fatuous, and the singing not above reproach. But the song touched the hearts of the audience; the listeners were "old sweats"who had songs of their own.

As I listened I thought of the children of Israel, who hung their harps on the willows and mourned for Babylon. The feeling engendered in a man when a futile shell drops close to him and fails to explode is difficult to make manifest in cold words; but it is even more difficult to give an adequate idea of the impression created in the hearts of those who listened to the song of the "Old Diehards."The soldiers have songs of their own, songs of the march, the trench, the billet and battle. Their origin is lost; the songs have arisen like old folk tales, spontaneous choruses that voice the moods of a moment and of many moments which are monotonously alike. Most of the verse is of no import; the crowd has no sense of poetic values; it is the singing alone which gives expres sion to the soldier's soul. "Tipperary "means home when it is sung in a shell shattered billet, on the long march "Tipperary"is Berlin, the goal of high emprise and great adventures.

Let me speak of a few songs which we sing. This is our idea of the peace which may follow our years of war.

When the war is over
We're going to live in Dover,
When the war is over we're going to have a spree,
We're going to have a fight
In the middle of the night
With the whizz-bangs a-flying in the air.

Though we cannot picture a peace which will be in no way associated with high explosives, we can dream in the midst of the conflict of the desirable things that civil life would bring us.

What time we waited for Kitchener's Army in Flanders and lost all hope of ever seeing it, this song was sung up and down the trenches by the Territorials and Regulars.

Who are the boys that fighting's for,
Who are the lads to win the war,
It's good old Kitchener's Army.
And every man of them's très bon,
They never lost a trench since Mons,
Because they never saw one."

Here are a few others which have echoed in billets and dug-outs from Le Harve to the Somme, and which have accompanied the wild abandon of drinking nights in Poperinghe and Bethune.

THE SOLDIER'S LETTER

I've lost my rifle and bayonet,
I've lost my pull-through too,
I've lost the socks that you sent me
That lasted the whole winter through,
I've lost the razor that shaved me,
I've lost my four-by-two,
I've lost my hold-all and now I've got damn all
Since I've lost you."


SING ME TO SLEEP

Sing me to sleep where bullets fall,
Let me forget the war and all;
Damp is my dug-out, cold my feet,
Nothing but bully and biscuits to eat.
Over the sandbags helmets you'll find
Corpses in front and corpses behind.

Chorus.

Far, far from Ypres I long to be,
Where German snipers can't get at me,
Think of me crouching where the worms creep,
Waiting for the sergeant to sing me to sleep.

Sing me to sleep in some old shed,
The rats all running around my head,
Stretched out upon my waterproof,
Dodging the raindrops through the roof,
Dreaming of home and nights in the West,
Somebody's overseas boots on my chest.

The Tommy is a singing soldier; he sings to the village patronne even when ordering food, and his song is in French.

Voulez vous donnez moi Si'l vous pläit
Pain et beurre
Et café au lait."


He serenades the maiden at the village pomp.

Après la guerre fini
Soldat Anglais partée,
M'selle Frongsay boko pleury,
Après la guerre fini.


The soldier has in reality very few songs; he has many choruses which get worth from the mood that inspires them and the emotions which they evoke. None will outlast the turmoil in which they originated; having weathered the leaden storms of war, their vibrant strains will be choked and smothered in atmospheres of Peace. "These 'ere songs are no good in England,"my friend Rifleman Bill Teake remarks. "They 'ave too much guts in them."

When I said I wanted to dedicate "Soldier Songs"to you I did not then anticipate inflicting upon you so lengthy a dedicatory letter; but when writing of the men of the British armies, old and new, I find it difficult to be concise.

Yours,
Patrick MacGill
Lammas Day, 1916


AFTER LOOS

(Cafe Pierre le Blanc, Nouex les Mines, Michaelmas Eve, 1915) <P.

WAS it only yesterday
Lusty comrades marched away ?
Now they're covered up with clay.

Seven glasses used to be
Called for six good mates and me --
Now we only call for three.


Little crosses neat and white,
Looking lonely every night,
Tell of comrades killed in fight.

Hearty fellows they have been,
And no more will they be seen
Drinking wine in Nouex les Mines.

Lithe and supple lads were they,
Marching merrily away --
Was it only yesterday?


THE OLE SWEATS
(1st Birmingham War Hospital, Ruberry, Birmingham.)

WE'RE goin' easy now a bit, all dressed in blighty blue.*
We've 'eld the trenches eighteen months and
copped some packets too,
We've met the Boches on the Marne and fought
them on the Aisne,
We broke 'em up at New Chapelle and 'ere we
are again.

The ole sweats --
All that is left of the ole sweats.
More went away than are with us to-day.
Gawd I but we miss 'em, the ole sweats.

And now that we've a blighty one** we don't
know what to do! --
Just swing the lead; the Darby boys will see
the bisness through,
They'll 'ave a bit o' carry on, o' fightin' and o' fun,
They'll 'ave the ribbons when they end the
work that we begun.

The ole sweats --
Devils for fun were the ole sweats,
In love or a scrap sure they always went nap,
They 'adn't 'arf guts had the ole sweats.

But the old sweats they never die, they only
fade away And others come to take their place, 'ot on
the doin's they;

They're drillin' up from day to day, at it at
dusk and dawn,
But they'll need it all to fill the shoes of blokes
that now are gone;

The ole sweats,
The ole daisy-shovers,*** the ole sweats.

The new 'uns it's said they are smart on
parade,
But, Gawd, there is none like the ole sweats.

We're out 't for duration now and do not care
a cuss,
There's beer to spare at dinner time and afters+
now for us,
But if our butty's still were out in Flanders
raisin' Cain,
We'd weather through with those we knew on
bully beef again.

The ole sweats --
The grub it was skimp with the ole sweats.
But if rashuns was small 'twas the same for
us all,
Same for the 'ole of the ole sweats.

Well, if you want a sooveneer, a bit of blighty
blue,
There's empty tunic sleeves to spare, a trousers
leg or two,
And some day when you see us stand on
Charing Cross parade,
Present a boot before us just to 'elp us at our
trade.

The ole sweats --
Tuppence a shine with the ole sweats.
So you'll give us a show when you see us, we
know,
Us that is left of the ole sweats.

  • Hospital uniform
    • A blighty one. A wound which brings a soldier back to England.
      • Daisy-shovers. The dead; "the men who lie under the ground, shoving the daisies up with their toes."

+ Afters = confiture.




LA BASSEE ROAD
(Cuinchy, 1915.)

YOU'LL see from the La Bassée Road, on any
summer's day,
The children herding nanny-goats, the women
making hay.
You'll see the soldiers, khaki clad, in column
and platoon,
Come swinging up La Bassée Road from billets
in Bethune.
There's hay to save and corn to cut, but harder
work by far
Awaits the soldier boys who reap the harvest
fields of war.
You'll see them swinging up the road where
women work at hay,
The straight long road, -- La Bassée Road, -- on
any summer day.
The night-breeze sweeps La Bassée Road, the
night-dews wet the hay,
The boys are coming back again, a straggling
crowd are they.
The column's lines are broken, there are gaps
in the platoon,
They'll not need many billets, now, for soldiers
in Bethune,
For many boys, good lusty boys, who marched
away so fine,
Have now got little homes of clay beside the
firing line.
Good luck to them, God speed to them, the
boys who march away,
A-singing up La Bassée road each sunny é summer day. é

A LAMENT
(The Ritz-Loos Saient.)

I WISH the sea were not so wide
That parts me from my love;
I wish the things men do below
Were known to God above.

I wish that I were back again
In the glens of Donegal,
They'll call me coward if I return,
But a hero if I fall.

"Is it better to be a living coward,
Or thrice a hero dead?"
"It's better to go to sleep, my lad,"
The Colour Sergeant said.



THE GUNS
(Shivery-shake Dug-out, Marne.)

THERE'S a battery snug in the spinney,
A French seventy-five in the mine,
A big nine-point-two in the village
Three miles to the rear of the line.
The gunners will clean them at dawning
And slumber beside them all day,
But the guns chant a chorus at sunset,
And then you should hear what they say.

Chorus.

Whizz bang! pip squeak! ss-ss-st!
Big guns, little guns waken up to it.
We're in for heaps of trouble, dug-outs at
the double,
And stretcher-bearers ready to tend the
boys who're hit.

And then there's the little machine-gun, --
A beggar for blood going large.
Go, fill up his belly with iron,
And he'll spit in the face of a charge.
The foe fixed his ladders at daybreak,
He's over the top with the sun;
He's waiting; for ever he's waiting,
The pert little vigilant gun.

Chorus

Its tit-tit! tit-tit! tit! tit! tit!
Hark the little terror bristling up to it!
See his victims lying, wounded sore and
dying --
Red the field and volume on which his name
is writ.

The howitzer lurks in an alley,
(The howitzer isn't a fool,)
With a bearing of snub-nosed detachment
He squats like a toad on a stool.
He's a close-lipped and masterly beggar,
A fellow with little to say,
But the little he says he can say in
A most irrepressible way.

Chorus

OO -- plonk! OO-plonk! plonk! plonk!
plonk!
The bomb that bears the message riots
through the air.
The dug-outs topple over on the foemen
under cover,
They'll slumber through revelly who get
the message there!

The battery barks in the spinney,
The howitzer plonks like the deuce,
The big nine point two speaks like thunder
And shatters the houses in Loos,
Sharp chatters the little machine-gun,
Oh! when will its chattering stop ? --
At dawn, when we swarm up the ladders;
At dawn we go over the top!

Chorus

Whizz bang! pipsqueak! OO-plonk! sst!
Up the ladders! Over! And carry on
with it
The guns all chant their chorus, the shells
go whizzing o'er us: --
Forward, hearties! Forward to do our
little bit!

THE NIGHT BEFORE AND THE NIGHT
AFTER THE CHARGE

ON sword and gun the shadows reel and riot,
A lone breeze whispers at the dug-out door,
The trench is silent and the night is quiet,
And boys in khaki slumber on the floor.
A sentinel on guard, my watch I keep
And guard the dug-out where my
comrades sleep.

The moon looks down upon a ghost-like figure,
Delving a furrow in the cold, damp sod.
The grave is ready and the lonely digger
Leaves the departed to their rest and God.
I shape a little cross and plant it deep
To mark the dug-out where my comrades sleep.


IT'S A FAR, FAR CRY

My heart is sick of the level lands,
Where the wingless windmills be,
Where the long-nosed guns from dusk to dawn
Are speaking angrily;
But the little home by Glenties Hill,
Ah! that's the place for me.

A candle stuck on the muddy floor
Lights up the dug-out wall,
And I see in its flame the prancing sea
And the mountains straight and tall;
For my heart is more than often back
By the hills of Donegal.


OFF DUTY

THE night is full of magic, and the moonlit
dewdrops glisten
Where the blossoms close in slumber and the
questing bullets pass --
Where the bullets hit the level I can hear them
as I listen,
Like a little cricket concert, chirping chorus in
the grass.

In the dug-out by the traverse there's a candle-
flame a-winking
And the fireflies on the sandbags have their
torches all aflame.
As I watch them in the moonlight, sure, I
cannot keep from thinking,
That the world I knew and this one carry on
the very same.


I OFT GO OUT AT NIGHT-TIME

I OFT go out at night-time
When all the sky's a-flare
And little lights of battle
Are dancing in the air.

I use my pick and shovel
To dig a little hole,
And there I sit till morning --
A listening-patrol.

A silly little sickle
Of moon is hung above;
Within a pond beside me
The frogs are making love:

I see the German sap-head;
A cow is lying there,
Its belly like a barrel,
Its legs are in the air.

The big guns rip like thunder,
The bullets whizz o'erhead,
But o'er the sea in England
Good people lie abed.

And over there in England
May every honest soul
Sleep sound while we sit watching
On listening patrol.


THE CROSS
(On the grave of an unknown British soldier, Givenchy, 1915 )

THE cross is twined with gossamer, --
The cross some hand has shaped with care,
And by his grave the grasses stir
But he is silent sleeping there.

The guns speak loud: he hears them not;
The night goes by: he does not know;
A lone white cross stands on the spot,
And tells of one who sleeps below.

The brooding night is hushed and still,
The crooning breeze draws quiet breath,
A star-shell flares upon the hill
And lights the lowly house of death.

Unknown, a soldier slumbers there,
While mournful mists come dropping low,
But oh! a weary maiden's prayer,
And oh! a mother's tears of woe.


THE TOMMY'S LAMENT
(The Ritz-Loos Salient.)

I FANCY it's not 'arf my chance
To go on plodding 'neath my pack,
Parading like a snail through France,
My house upon my bloomin' back.

My wants are few, but what I need
Ain't not so much of bully stew,
Nor biscuits, that's a mongrel's feed,
But, matey, just 'twixt me and you --

When winks the early evening star,
And shadows o'er the trenches come --
I wish the sergeants brought a jar,
And issued double tots of rum.

MARCHING
(La Bassée Road, June, 1915.)

FOUR by four, in column of route,
By roads that the poplars sentinel,
Clank of rifle and crunch of boot --
All are marching and all is well.
White, so white is the distant moon,
Salmon-pink is the furnace glare
And we hum, as we march, a ragtime tune,
Khaki boys in the long platoon,
Ready for anything -- anywhere.

Lonely and still the village lies,
The houses sleep and the blinds are drawn,
The road is straight as the bullet flies,
And we go marching into the dawn;
Salmon-pink is the furnace sheen.
Where the coal stacks bulk in the ghostly air
The long platoons on the move are seen,
Little connecting files between,
Moving and moving, anywhere.


IN FAIRYLAND

THE field is red with poppy flowers,
Where mushroom meadows stand;
It's only seven fairy hours
From there to Fairyland.

Now when the star-shells riot up
In flares of red and green,
Each fairy leaves her buttercup
And goes to see her queen.

Where little, ghostly moonbeams stray
Through mushroom alleys white,
The fairies carry on their way
A glow-worm lamp for light.

For them the journey's always short;
They're happy as you please,
A-riding to the Fairy Court
On backs of bumble-bees.

The cricket and the grasshopper
Are thridding in the grass,
And making paths of gossamer
For fairy feet to pass.

Whene'er I see a glow-worm light
In Boyau seventeen,
I know the fairies go that night
To see the Fairy Queen.

SPOILS OF WAR

I HAVE a big French rifie, its stock is riddled
clean,
And shrapnel-smashed its barrel, likewise its
magazine.
I've lugged it from Bethune to Loos and back
from Loos again,
I've found it on the battlefield amidst the
soldiers slain.
A little battle souvenir for one across the foam
That's if the French authorities will let me
take it home.

I've got a long, long sabre as sharp as any
lance,
'Twas carried by a shepherd boy from some-
where South in France
Where grasses wave and poppy-flowers are red
as blood is red,
I took the shepherd's sabre for the shepherd
boy lay dead.
I'll take it back a souvenir to one across the
foam.
That's if the French authorities will let me
take it home,
That's if our own authorities will give me leave
for home!!!


BEFORE THE CHARGE
(Loos, 1915.)

THE night is still and the air is keen,
Tense with menace the time crawls by,
In front is the town and its homes are seen,
Blurred in outline against the sky.

The dead leaves float in the sighing air,
The darkness moves like a curtain drawn,
A veil which the morning sun will tear
From the face of death. -- We charge at dawn.

LETTERS
( Vermelles, August, 1915.)

WHEN stand-to hour is over we leave the
parapet,
And scamper to our dug-out to smoke a
cigarette;
The post has brought in parcels and letters for
us all,
And now we'll light a candle, a little penny
candle,
A tiny tallow candle, and stick it to the wall.

Dark shadows cringe and cower on roof and
wall and floor,
And little roving breezes come rustling through
the door;
We open up the letters of friends across the
foam,
And thoughts go back to London, again we
dream of London --
We see the lights of London, of London and of
home.

We've parcels small and parcels of a quite
gigantic size,
We've Devon cream and butter and apples
baked in pies,
We'll make a night of feasting and all will have
their fill --
See, cot-mate Bill has dainties, such dandy,
dinky dainties,
She's one to choose the dainties, the maid
that's gone on Bill.
Oh: Kensington for neatness; it packs its
parcels well,
Though Bow is always bulky it isn't quite as
swell,
But here there's no distinction 'twixt Kensing-
ton and Bow,
We're comrades in the dug-out, all equals in
the dug-out,
We're comrades in the dug-out and fight a
common foe.

Here comes the ration party with tins of bully
stew --
"Clear off your ration party, we have no need
of you;
"Maconachie for breakfast ? It ain't no
bloomin' use,
We're faring far, far better, our gifts from
home are better,
Look here, we've something better than bully
after Loos."

The post comes trenchward nightly; we hail
the post with glee,
Though now we're not as many as once we
used to be,
For some have done their fighting, packed up
and gone away,
And many boys are sleeping, no sound will
break their sleeping,
Brave lusty comrades sleeping in little homes
of clay.
We all have read our letters, but one's un-
touched so far,
An English maiden's letter to her sweetheart
at the War,
And when we write in answer to tell her how
he fell,
What can we say to cheer her ? Oh, what is
now to cheer her ?
There's nothing left to cheer her except the
news to tell.

We'll write to her to-morrow and this is what
we'll say,
He breathed her name in dying; in peace he
passed away --
No words about his moaning, his anguish and
his pain,
When slowly, slowly dying. God! Fifteen
hours in dying
He lay a maimed thing dying, alone upon the
plain.

We often write to mothers, to sweethearts and
to wives,
And tell how those who loved them have given
up their lives;
If we're not always truthful, our lies are always
kind,
Our letters lie to cheer them, to solace and to
cheer them,
Oh: anything to cheer them, -- the women left
behind.



THE EVERYDAY OF WAR
(Hospital, Versailles, November, 1915.)

A HAND is crippled, a leg is gone,
And fighting's past for me,
The empty hours crawl slowly on;
How they flew where I used to be!
Empty hours in the empty days,
And empty months crawl by,
The brown battalions go their way,
And here at the Base I lie!

I dream of the grasses the dew-drops drench,
And the earth with the soft rain wet,
I dream of the curve of a winding trench,
And a loop-holed parapet;
The sister wraps my bandage again,
Oh, gentle the sister's hand,
But the smart of a restless longing, vain,
She cannot understand.

At night I can see the trench once more,
And the dug-out candle lit,
The shadows it throws on wall and floor
Form and flutter and flit.
Over the trenches the night-shades fall
And the questing bullet pings,
And a brazier glows by the dug-out wall,
Where the bubbling mess-tin sings.

I dream of the long, white, sleepy night
Where the fir-lined roadway runs
Up to the shell-scarred fields of fight
And the loud-voiced earnest guns;
The rolling limber and jolting cart
The khaki-clad platoon,
The eager eye and the stout young heart,
And the silver-sandalled moon.

But here I'm kept to the narrow bed,
A maimed and broken thing --
Never a long day's march ahead
Where brown battalions swing.
But though time drags bylike a wounded snake
Where the young life's lure's denied,
A good stiff lip for the old pal's sake,
And the old battalion's pride!

The ward-fire burns in a cheery way,
A vision in every flame,
There are books to read and games to play
But oh! for an old, old game,
With glancing bay-net and trusty gun
And wild blood, bursting free! --
But an arm is crippled, a leg is gone,
And the game's no more for me.

THE LONDON LADS
(While standing to arms in billets, La Beuvrire, July, 1915.)

ALONG the road in the evening the brown
battalions wind,
With the trenches' threat of death before, the
peaceful homes behind;
And luck is with you or luck is not as the ticket
of fate is drawn,
The boys go up to the trench at dusk, but who
will come back at dawn?

The winds come soft of an evening o'er the
fields of golden grain,
The good sharp scythes will cut the corn ere we
come back again;
The village girls will tend the grain and mill the
Autumn yield
While we go forth to other work upon another
field.

They'll cook the big brown Flemish loaves and
tend the oven fire,
And while they do the daily toil of barn and
bench and byre
They'll think of hearty fellows gone and sigh
for them in vain --
The billet boys, the London lads who won't


THE LITTLE BROWN BIRD

THERE'S a little brown bird in the
spinney,
With a little gold cap on its head,
Gold as the gold of a guinea,
And its legs they are wobbly and
red.

MYSELF. "Little brown bird, is your singing
Over and finished and done?"

BIRD. "I wait for the fairy who's bringing
Spring and its showers and its sun."

MYSELF. "What will you do in December?"

BIRD. "Do? What I'm doing just now:
Here on the first of November,
Shivering mute on a bough."

MYSELF. "But April will find you quite
cheery! "
I said with a pang in my breast.

BIRD. "In April I'll get me a dearie
And help her to fashion a nest "


THE LISTENING-PATROL

WITH my bosom friend, Bill, armed ready to
kill,
I go over the top as a listening-patrol.
Good watch we will keep if we don't fall asleep,
As we huddle for warmth in a shell-shovelled
hole.

In the battle-lit night all the plain is alight,
Where the grasshoppers chirp to the frogs
in the pond,
And the star-shells are seen bursting red, blue,
and green,
O'er the enemy's trench just a stone's-throw
beyond.

The grasses hang damp o'er each wee glow-
worm lamp
That is placed on the ground for a fairy
camp-fire,
And the night-breezes wheel where the mice
squeak and squeal,
Making sounds like the enemy cutting our
wire.

Here are thousands of toads in their ancient
abodes,
Each toad on its stool and each stool in its
place,
And a robin sits by with a vigilant eye
On a grim garden-spider's wife washing her
face.

Now Bill never sees any marvels like these,
When I speak of the sights he looks up with
amaze,
And he smothers a yawn, saying, "Wake me at
dawn,"
While the Dustman from Nod sprinkles dust
in his eyes.

But these things you'll see if you come out
with me,
And sit by my side in a shell-shovelled hole,
Where the fairy-bells croon to the ivory moon
When the soldier is out on a listening-patrol.


A VISION

THIS is a tale of the trenches
Told when the shadows creep
Over the bay and traverse
And poppies fall asleep.

When the men stand still to their rifles,
And the star-shells riot and flare,
Flung from the sandbag alleys,
Into the ghostly air.

They see in the growing grasses
That rise from the beaten zone
Their poor unforgotten comrades
Wasting in skin and bone,

And the grass creeps silently o'er them
Where comrade and foe are blent
In God's own peaceful churchyard
When the fire of their might is spent.

But the men who stand to their rifles
See all the dead on the plain
Rise at the hour of midnight
To fight their battles again.

Each to his place in the combat,
All to the parts they played
With bayonet, brisk to its purpose,
Rifle and hand grenade.

Shadow races with shadow,
Steel comes quick on steel,
Swords that are deadly silent
And shadows that do not feel.

And shades recoil and recover
And fade away as they fall
In the space between the trenches,
And the watchers see it all.


THE HIPE

"WHAT do you do with your rifle, son ?"I
clean it every day,
and rub it with an oily rag to keep the rust
away;
I slope, present, and port the thing when
sweating on parade.
I strop my razor on the sling; the bayonet
stand is made
For me to hang my mirror on. I often use it,
too,
As handle for the dixie, sir, and lug around the
stew.
"But did you ever fire it, son?"Just once,
but never more.
I fired it at a German trench, and when my
work was o'er
The sergeant down the barrel glanced, and
then he said to me,
"Your hipe* is dirty. Penalty
is seven days'
C.B.!"

  • Hipe, regimental slang for a rifle



THE TRENCH

THE long trench, twisting, turning, wanders
wayward as a rlver
Through the poppy-flowers blooming in the
grasses dewy wet,
The buttercups sit shyly and the daisies nod
and quiver,
Where the bright defiant bayonets rim the
sandbagged parapet,
In the peaceful dawn the trenches hold a
menace and a threat.

The last faint evening streamer touches heaven
with its finger,
The vast night's starry legion sends its first
lone herald star,
Around the bay and traverse little twilight
colours linger
And incense-laden breezes come in crooning
from afar,
To where above the sandbags gleam the steely
fangs of war.

All the night the frogs go chuckle, all the day
the birds are singing
In the pond beside the meadow, by the
roadway poplar-lined,
In the field between the trenches are a million
blossoms springing
'Twixt the grass of silver bayonets where the
lines of battle wind
Where man has manned the trenches for the
maiming of his kind.


ON ACTIVE SERVICE

FOR the bloke on Active Service, w'en 'e goes
across the sea,
'E's sure to stand in terror of the things 'e
doesn't see,
A 'and grenade or mortar as it leaves the other
side
You can see an' 'ear it comin', so you simply
steps aside.
The aeroplane above you may go droppin'
bombs a bit,
But lyin' in your dug-out you're unlucky if
you're 'it.
V'en the breezes fills your trenches with
hasfixiatin' gas,
You puts on your respirator an' allows the
stuff to pass.
W'en you're up against a feller with a bayonet
long an' keen,
Just 'ave purchase of your weapon an' you'll
drill the beggar clean.
W'en man and 'oss is chargin' you, upon your
knees you kneel,
An' catch the 'oss's breastbone with an inch
or two of steel.
It's sure to end its canter, an' as the creature
stops
The rider pitches forward an' you catch 'im as
'e drops.
It's w'en 'e sees 'is danger, an' 'e knows 'is way
about
That a bloke is damned unlucky if e's knocked
completely out.
But out on Active Service there are dangers
everywhere,
The shrapnel shell and bullet that comes on
you unaware,
The saucy little rifle is a perky little maid,
An' w'en you've got 'er message you 'ave done
your last parade.
The four-point-five will seek you from some
distant leafy wood,
An' taps you on the napper an' you're out of
step for good.
From the gun within the spinney to the sniper
up a tree
There are terrors waitin' Tommy in the things
'e doesn't see.


BILLETS

OUR old battalion billets still,
Parades as usual go on,
We buckle in with right good will
And daily our equipment don
As if we meant to fight, but no!
The guns are booming through the air,
The trenches call us on, but oh!
We don't go there, we don't go there!

At night the stars are shining bright
The old world voice is whispering near,
We've heard it when the moon was light,
And London's streets were very dear;
But dearer now they are, sweetheart,
The buses running to the Strand, --
But we're so far, so far apart,
Each lonely in a different land.

But, dear, with sentiment aside
(The candle dwindles to the cheese)*
I wish the sea were not so wide
When distance brings such thoughts as these.
One glance to see the foreign sky,
One look to note the stars o'erhead,
Sweet thoughts to you, sweetheart, and I
Turn in to billet barn, and bed.

  • The Old Sweats fashion sconces from cheese.



IN THE MORNING
(Loos, 1915.)

THE firefly haunts were lighted yet,
As we scaled the top of the parapet;
But the East grew pale to another fire,
As our bayonets gleamed by the foeman's
wire;
And the sky was tinged with gold and grey,
And under our feet the dead men lay,
Stiff by the loop-holed barricade;
Food of the bomb and the hand-grenade;
Still in the slushy pool and mud --
Ah I the path we came was a path of blood,
When we went to Loos in the morning.

A little grey church at the foot of a hill,
With powdered glass on the window-sill.
The shell-scarred stone and the broken tile,
Littered the chancel, nave and aisle --
Broken the altar and smashed the pyx,
And the rubble covered the crucifix;
This we saw when the charge was done,
And the gas-clouds paled in the rising
sun,
As we entered Loos in the morning.

The dead men lay on the shell-scarred plain,
Where Death and the Autumn held their
reign --
Like banded ghosts in the heavens grey
The smoke of the powder paled away;
Where riven and rent the spinney trees
Shivered and shook in the sullen breeze,
And there, where the trench through the
graveyard wound,
The dead men's bones stuck over the ground
By the road to Loos in the morning.

The turret towers that stood in the air,
Sheltered a foeman sniper there --
They found, who fell to the sniper's aim,
A field of death on the field of fame;
And stiff in khaki the boys were laid
To the sniper's toll at the barricade,
But the quick went clattering through the
town,
Shot at the sniper and brought him down,
As we entered Loos in the morning.

The dead men lay on the cellar stair,
Toll of the bomb that found them there.
In the street men fell as a bullock drops,
Sniped from the fringe of Hulluch copse.
And the choking fumes of the deadly shell
Curtained the place where our comrades fell,
This we saw when the charge was done
And the East blushed red to the rising sun
In the town of Loos in the morning.


TO MARGARET

IF we forget the Fairies,
And tread upon their rings,
God will perchance forget us,
And think of other things.

When we forget you, Fairies,
Who guard our spirits' light:
God will forget the morrow,
And Day forget the Night.


DEATH AND THE FAIRIES

BEFORE I joined the Army
I lived in Donegal,
Where every night the Fairies
Would hold their carnival.

But now I'm out in Flanders,
Where men like wheat-ears fall,
And it's Death and not the Fairies
Who is holding carnival.


THE RETURN

THERE'S a tramp o' feet in the mornin,'
There's an oath from an N.C.O.,
As up the road to the trenches
The brown battalions go:
Guns and rifles and wagons,
Transports and horses and men,
Up with the flush of the dawnin',
And back with the night again.

Back again from the battle,
From the mates we've left behind,
And our officers are gloomy
And the N.C.O.'s are kind;

When a Jew's harp breaks the silence,
Purring an old refrain,
Singing the song of the soldier,

"Here we are again! "

Here we are!
Here we are!
Oh! here we are again!
Some have gone west,
Best of the best,
Lying out in the rain,
Stiff as stones in the open,
Out of the doings for good.

They'll never come back to advance or attack;
But, God! don't we wish that they could!


RED WINE

Now seven supple lads and clean
Sat down to drink one night,
Sat down to drink at Nouex-les-Mines
And then went off to fight;
And seven supple lads and clean
Are finished with the fight,
But only three at Nouex-les-Mines
Sit down to drink to-night.

And when we took the cobbled road
We often took before,
Our thoughts were with the hearty lads
Who trod that way no more.
Oh I lads out on the level fields,
If you could call to mind
The good red wine at Nouex-les-Mines
You would not stay behind.

And when we left the trench to-night,
Each weary with his load,
Grey, silent ghosts, as light as air,
Came with us down the road.
And now we sit us down to drink
You sit beside us, too,
And drink red wine at Nouex-les-Mines
As once you used to do.


THE DAWN
(Givenchy.)

THE dawn comes creeping o'er the plains,
The saffron clouds are streaked with red,
I hear the creaking limber chains,
I see the drivers raise the reins
And urge their weary mules ahead.

And men go up and men go down,
The marching hosts are grand to see
In shrapnel-shivered trench and town,
In spinneys where the leaves of brown
Are falling on the dewy lea.

Lonely and still the village lies,
The houses sleeping, the blinds all drawn.
The road is straight as the bullet flies,
The villagers fix their waking eyes
On the shrapnel smoke that shrouds the
dawn.

Out of the battle, out of the night,
Into the dawn and the blush of day,
The road that takes us back from the fight,
The road we love, it is straight and white,
And it runs from the battle, away, away.


THE FLY

BUZZ-FLY and gad-fly, dragon-fly and blue,
When you're in the trenches come and visit
you,
They revel in your butter-dish and riot on your
ham,
Drill upon the army cheese and loot the
army jam.
They're with you in the dusk and the dawning
and the noon,
They come in close formation, in column and
platoon.
There's never zest like Tommy's zest when
these have got to die:
For Tommy takes his puttees off and strafs the
blooming fly.


OUT YONDER

You may see his eye shine brightly, for he bears
his burden lightly,
As he makes his journey nightly up the long
road from Bethune,
With his bayonet briskly swinging, and you'll
hear him singing, singing,
In the silence and the silver, molten silver, of
the moon.

Young and eager -- bright his face is, spirit of
the shrapneled places
Where the homes are battered, broken, and the
land in ruin lies.
But the young adventure burning gives him
never time for yearning,
And the natal flame of roving gleams like
lightning in his eyes.

What awaits you, boy, out yonder, where the
great guns rip and thunder ?
There's a menace in their message -- guns that
called you from afar.
But where'er your fortunes guide you may no
woe or ill betide you --
Heaven speed you, little soldier, gaily going to
the war.


I WILL GO BACK

I'LL go back again to my father's house and live
on my father's land --
For my father's house is by Rosses' shore that
slopes to Dooran strand,
And the wild mountains of Donegal rise up on
either hand.

I have been gone from Donegal for seven years
and a day,
And true enough it's a long, long while for a
wanderer to stay --
But the hills of home are aye in my heart and
never are far away.

The long white road winds o'er the hill from
Fanad to Kilcar,
And winds apast Gweebara Bay where the
deep sea-waters are --
Where the long grey boats go out by night to
fish beyond the bar.

I'll lie by the beach the livelong day, where the
foreshore dips to the sea --
When the sun is red on the golden gorse as once
it used to be;
And, O! but it's many an olden thought will
come up in the heart of me.

For the friends of my youth shall gather
around, the friends that I knew of old,
The olden songs will be sung to me and the old,
old stories told
Beside the fire of my father's house when the
nights are long and cold.

'Tis there that I'll pass my years away, back in
my native land;
In my father's house by Rosses' shore that lies
by Dooran strand,
Where the hills of ancient Donegal rise up on
either hand.


THE FARMER'S BOY

[Every May, a great number of Donegal youths, whose ages range from twelve to fifteen years, go to the hiring fair of Strabane in the Co. Tyrone, and there, in the market-place, they are sold like cattle to the highest bidder. Their wages range from 31 to 35 /s for six months, and they have to work about eighteen hours a day.]

WHEN I went o'er the mountains a farmer's boy
to be,
My mother wept all morning when taking leave
of me;
My heart was heavy in me, but I thrept that I
was gay:
A man of twelve should never weep when going
far away.

In the country o'er the mountains the rough
roads straggle down,
There's many a long and weary mile 'twixt
there and Glenties town;
I went to be a farmer's boy, to work the season
through,
From Whitsuntide to Hallowe'en, which time
the rent came due.

When virgin pure, the dawn's white arm stole
o'er my mother's door,
From Glenties town I took the road I never
trod before;
Come Lammas tide I would not see the trout
in Greenan's Burn,
And Hallowe'en might come and go, but I
would not return.

My mother's love for me is warm; her house
is cold and bare:
A man who wants to see the world has little
comfort there;
And there 'tis hard to pay the rent, for all you
dig and delve,
But there's hope beyond the mountains for a
little man of twelve.

When I went o'er the mountains I worked for
days on end,
Without a saul to cheer me through or one to
call me friend;
With older mates I toiled and toiled, in rain
and heat and wind,
And kept my place. A Glenties man is never
left behind.

The farmer's wench looked down on me, for she
was spruce and clean,
But men of twelve don't care for girls like lads
of seventeen;
And sorrow take the farmer's wench! her
pride could never hold
With mine when hoeing turnip fields with
fellows twice as old.

And so from May to Hallowe'en I wrought and
felt content,
And sent my wages through the post to pay my
mother's rent;
For I kept up the Glenties name, and blest,
when all was done,
The pride that gave a man of twelve the
strength of twenty-one.


THE DUG-OUT

DEEPER than the daisies in the rubble and the
loam,
Wayward as a river the winding trenches
roam,
Past bowed, decrepit dug-outs leaning on their
props,
Beyond the shattered village -where the
lightest limber stops;

Through fields untilled and barren, and ripped
by shot and shell, --
The bloodstained braes of Souchez, the
meadows of Vermelles,
And poppies crown the parapet that rises from
the mud --
Where the soldiers' homes -- the dug-outs --
are built of clay and blood.

Our comrades on the level roofs, the dead men,
waste away
Upon the soldiers' frontier homes, the
crannies in the clay;
For on the meadows of Vermelles, and all the
country round,
The stiff and still stare at the skies, the quick
are underground.


STRAF' THAT FLY
(Bully-Grenay.)

THERE'S the butter, gad, and horse-fly,
The blow-fly and the blue,
The fine fly and the coarse fly,
But never flew a worse fly
Of all the flies that flew

Than the little sneaky black fly
That gobbles up our ham,
The beggar's not a slack fly,
He really is a crack fly,
And wolfs the soldiers' jam.

So straf' that fly! our motto
Is "Straf' him when you can."
He'll die because he ought to,
He'll go because he's got to,
So at him, every man!


THE STAR SHELL
( Loos )

A STAR-SHELL holds the sky beyond
Shell-shivered Loos, and drops
In million sparkles on a pond
That lies by Hulluch copse.

A moment's brightness in the sky,
To vanish at a breath,
And die away, as soldiers die
Upon the wastes of death.


AFTER THE WAR

WHEN I come back to England,
And times of Peace come round,
I'll surely have a shilling,
And maybe have a pound.
I'll walk the whole town over,
And who shall say me nay,
For I'm a British soldier
With a British soldier's pay.

I only joined for fun,
Never joined for profit --
The Army pay is good,
But, God! there's little of it.

When I come back to England
I won't be half a swell --
Ribbons for the scrapping
At Loos and New Chapelle.
I'll search the whole town over
To find another trade,
And be a blooming boot-black
On Charing Cross parade.

I will not leave for fun --
The change will bring me profit.
The Army pay is good,
But, God! there's little of it.


A SOLDIER'S PRAYER

GIVENCHY village lies a wreck, Givenchy
Church is bare,
No more the peasant maidens come to say
their vespers there.
The altar rails are wrenched apart, with rubble
littered o'er,
The sacred, broken sanctuary-lamp lies smashed
upon the floor;
And mute upon the crucifix He looks upon it
all --
The great white Christ, the shrapnel-scourged,
upon the eastern wall.
He sees the churchyard halved by shells, the
tombstones flung about,
And dead men's skulls, and white, white bones
the shells have shovelled out;
The trenches running line by line through
meadow fields of green,
The bayonets on the parapets, the wasting
flesh between;
Around Givenchy's ruined church the levels,
poppy-red,
Are set apart for silent hosts, the legions of
the dead.

And when at night on sentry-go, with danger
keeping tryst,
I see upon the crucifix the blood-stained form
of Christ
Defiled and maimed, the merciful on vigil all
the time,
Pitying his children's wrath, their passion and
their crime.
Mute, mute He hangs upon His Cross, the
symbol of His pain,
And as men scourged Him long ago, they
scourge Him once again --
There in the lonely war-lit night to Christ the
Lord To call,
"Forgive the ones who work Thee harm. O
Lord, forgive us all."


DUG-OUT PROVERBS

HERE are the Old Sweats sayings. He tells the
tale of his trade --
Gleanings from trench and dug-out, battle,
fatigue, parade.

'Tis said the Boche has pluck enouh. Of this
I have no doubt,
But see him in the darkest light until you've
knocked him out.

Your dug-out took you hours to build. Got
broken in a minute!
A rotten shame! Be thankful, son, your carcass
isn't in it.

And if one shelters you a night tend it roof and
rafter,
And make it better than it was -- for those who
follow after.

"The trench is calm,"you say, my son. The
Boche is keeping quiet.
Then keep your rifle close at hand. We soon
shall have a riot.

A soldier's life is risky; it may end damn quick.
Well, let it!
Since we get five francs every week we'll burst
it when we get it.

You may cough and sneeze in your dug-out,
but you can't go anywhere.
There's little health around the house -- the dead
are lying there.

You may dig as deep as a spade can dig, but
the Boche's eye can tell
Where the khaki moles have plied their trade,
and the beggars burrow well.

Pray to God when the dirt* flies over and
the
country flops about,
But stick to your dug-out all the same until
you're ordered out.

When guns are going large a bit and sending
gifts from Krupp,
You've got to keep your napper low, but keep
your spirits up.

These are the dug-out maxims which the "Old
Sweats"fling about,
For the better education of the "rooky "newly
out

  • Trench term for shells.



MATEY
(Cambrin, May, 1915.)

NOT comin' back to-night, matey,
And reliefs are comin' through,
We're all goin' out all right, matey,
Only we're leavin' you.
Gawd! it's a loody sin, matey,
Now that we've finished the fight,
We go when reliefs come in, matey,
But you're stayin' 'ere to-night.

Over the top is cold, matey --
You lie on the field alone,
Didn't I love you of old, matey,
Dearer than the blood of my own
You were my dearest chum, matey --
(Gawd! but your face is white)
But now, though reliefs 'ave come, matey,
I'm goin' alone to-night.

I'd sooner the bullet was mine, matey --
Goin' out on my own,
Leavin' you 'ere in the line, matey,
All by yourself, alone.
Chum o' mine and you're dead, matey,
And this is the way we part,
The bullet went through your head, matey,
But Gawd! it went through my 'eart.