When Rome was rotten-ripe to her… And the sceptre passed from her ha… The pestilent Picts leaped over t… To harry the English land. The little dark men of the mountai…

I wish my mother could see me now,… And a knife and a spoon in my putt… Atop of a sore-backed Argentine,… I used to be in the Yorkshires on… (Sussex, Lincolns, and Rifles onc…

Who gives him the Bath? “I,” said the wet, Rank-Jungle-sweat, “I’ll give him the Bath!” Who’ll sing the psalms?

IMPRIMIS he was “broke.” There… His Regiment and, later, took to… Then, having lost the balance of h… “Went Fantee”—joined the people o… Turned three parts Mussulman and…

NOT with an outcry to Allah nor… He answered his name at the muster… When the twin anklets were nipped… He brotherly greeted the armourers… Ere the sad dust of the marshalled…

BEYOND the path of the outmost… Further than ever comet flared or… Live such as sailed and fought and… They are purged of pride because t… They sit at wine with the Maidens…

BUY my English posies Kent and Surrey may Violets of the Undercliff Wet with Channel spray; Cowslips from a Devon combe

THE Camel’s hump is an ugly lump Which well you may see at the Zoo… But uglier yet is the hump we get From having too little to do. Kiddies and grown—ups too—oo—oo,

“OH, where are you going to, all… With England’s own coal, up and d… “We are going to fetch you your br… Your beef, pork, and mutton, eggs,… “And where will you fetch it from,…

THE RAIN it rains without a sta… In the hills above us, in the hill… And presently the floods break way Whose strength is in the hills. The trees they suck from every clo…

About the time that taverns shut And men can buy no beer, Two lads went up to the keepers’ h… To steal Lord Pelham’s deer. Night and the liquor was in their…

MAN dies too soon, beside his wor… His days are counted and reprieve… Who shall entreat with Death to s… Or cloke the shameful nakedness of… Send here the bold, the seekers of…

I’VE taken my fun where I’ve fou… I’ve rogued an’ I’ve ranged in my… I’ve 'ad my pickin’ o’ sweethearts… An’ four o’ the lot was prime. One was an 'arf—caste widow,

"GO WASH thyself in Jordan —go,… Nay, not for any Prophet will I p… For the banks of curious Jordan a… Commanded and embellished and patr… There rise her timeless capitals o…

’AVE you ’eard o’ the Widow at W… With a hairy gold crown on ’er ’ea… She ’as ships on the foam—she ’as… An’ she pays us poor beggars in re… (Ow, poor beggars in red!)