When the long, long day is over, a… I hope that it won’t be hell—fire,… And I hope that it won’t be heave… All I want is just quiet, just to… Look at my face, toil—furrowed; lo…

He hurried away, young heart of jo… And I watched him go, my beautifu… For my hair is grey, and his was g… And I’d loved him so, and I’m old… Ah yes, he was proud and swift and…

It’s mighty nice at shut of day With weariness to hit the hey, To close your eyes, tired through… And just forget that “you are you.… It’s mighty sweet to wake again

A mattock high he swung; I watched him at his toil; With never gulp of lung He gashed the ruddy soil. Thought I, I’d give my wealth

We’ve finished up the filthy war; We’ve won what we were fighting fo… (Or have we? I don’t know). But anyway I have my wish: I’m back upon the old Boul’ Mich’…

I watched one day a parrot grey —'… “Cuckold!” he cried, until I sigh… Then balefully he looked at me, an… With sneering eye that seemed to p… So fierce, so bold, so grim, so co…

I had a friend, a breezy friend I liked an awful lot; And in his company no end Of happiness I got. We clicked in temper, taste and mo…

You’ve heard of Julot the apache,… Montmartre was their hunting—groun… A little chap just like a boy, wit… Yet there was nothing juvenile in… From head to heel as tough as stee…

A Belgian Priest—Soldier Speaks; GURR! You cochon! Stand and fig… Show your mettle! Snarl and bite! Spawn of an accursed race, Turn and meet me face to face!

A barefoot boy I went to school To save a cobbler’s fee, For though the porridge pot was fu… A frugal folk were we; We baked our bannocks, spun our wo…

Although I have a car of class, A limousine, I also have a jenny ass I call Titine. And if I had in sober sense

This is the song of the parson’s s… On the wild, weird nights, when th… And it’s sixty below, and couched… “I’m one of the Arctic brotherhoo… I came with the first—O God! how…

‘Ave you seen Bill’s mug in the N… ‘E’s gyned the Victoriar Cross, t… Little Bill wot would grizzle and… If you ‘it ’im a swipe on the jawr… ‘E’s slaughtered the Kaiser’s men…

Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies… The huts where hive and swarm and… Through all the night each cabin l… A blood—red heliograph of lust, a… From Dawson Town, soft skulking d…

It’s slim and trim and bound in bl… Its leaves are crisp and edged wit… Its words are simple, stalwart too… Its thoughts are tender, wise and… Its pages scintillate with wit;