O WOE is me for the merry life I led beyond the Bar, And a treble woe for my winsome wi… That weeps at Shalimar. They have taken away my long jezai…

IN the days of lace—ruffles, peru… Brown Bess was a partner whom non… An out—spoken, flinty—lipped, braz… With a habit of looking men straig… At Blenheim and Ramillies fops wo…

BY THE Hoof of the Wild Goat u… From the cliff where she lay in th… Fell the Stone To the Tarn where the daylight is… So she fell from the light of the…

When I was a King and a Mason —a… I cleared me ground for a Palace… I decreed and dug down to my level… I came on the wreck of a Palace s… There was no worth in the fashion…

TAKE of English earth as much As either hand may rightly clutch. In the taking of it breathe Prayer for all who lie beneath. Not the great nor well—bespoke,

Wot makes the soldier’s ‘eart to p… It isn’t standin’ up to charge nor… But it’s everlastin’ waitin’ on a… For the commissariat camel an’ 'is… O the oont*, O the oont, O the co…

They bear, in place of classic nam… Letters and numbers on their skin. They play their grisly blindfold g… In little boxes made of tin. Sometimes they stalk the Zeppelin…

Now we are come to our Kingdom, And the State is thus and thus; Our legions wait at the Palace ga… Little it profits us. Now we are come to our Kingdom!

WHEN by the labour of my ’ands I’ve ’elped to pack a transport ti… With prisoners for foreign lands, I ain’t transported with delight. I know it’s only just an’ right,

Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peop… Are changing 'neath our hand. Our fathers also see these things But they do not understand. By—they are by with mirth and tear…

When Julius Fabricius, Sub—Prefe… In the days of Diocletian owned o… He called to him Hobdenius—a Brit… Saying: “What about that River—pi… And the aged Hobden answered: “I…

This is our lot if we live so long… Then we outlive the impatient year… And because we know we have breath… We shall assume that we are alive,… We shall not acknowledge that old…

NOW the Four—way Lodge is opened… Now the Smokes of Spring go up to… Now the Young Men’s hearts are tr… Now the Red Gods make their medic… Who hath seen the beaver busied?…

OUT o’ the wilderness, dusty an’… (Time, an’ ’igh time to be trekkin… ’Oo is it ’eads to the Detail Sup… A section, a pompom (1), an’ six ’… ’Ere comes the clerk with ’is lant…