I used to think a pot of ink Held magic in its fluid, And I would ply a pen when I Was hoary a a Druid; But as I scratch my silver thatch

When I was boxing in the ring In 'Frisco back in ninety—seven, I used to make five bucks a fling To give as good as I was given. But when I felt too fighting gay,

(He speaks.) Walking, walking, oh, the joy of w… Swinging down the tawny lanes with… Striding up the green hills, throu… Swishing through the woodlands whe…

Jerry MacMullen, the millionaire, Driving a red—meat bus out there — How did he win his Croix de Guerr… Bless you, that’s all old stuff: Beast of a night on the Verdun ro…

When we might make with happy hear… This world a paradise, With bombs we blast brave men apar… With napalm carbonize. Where we might till the sunny soil…

My boy’s come back; he’s here at l… He came home on a special train. My longing and my ache are past, My only son is back again. He’s home with music, flags and fl…

Two blind men met. Said one: “Thi… Has been a blackout from my birth. Through darkness I have groped my… Forlorn, unknowing night from day. But you —though War destroyed you…

It’s not for laws I’ve broken That bitter tears I’ve wept, But solemn vows I’ve spoken And promises unkept; It’s not for sins committed

I’ve often wondered why Old chaps who choose to die In evil passes, Before themselves they slay, Invariably they

“Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither’… It fair maks me hamesick,” says P… “And whit did she send ye?” says… As he cockit his rifle and bleezed… “A haggis! A Haggis!” says Priva…

I envy not those gay galoots Who count on dying in their boots; For that, to tell the sober truth Sould be the privilege of youth; But aged bones are better sped

Since I am sick of Wheels That jar my day, Unto the hush that heals I steal away. Unto the core of Peace

Winnie When I went by the meadow gate The chestnut mare would trot to me… And as her coming I would wait, She’d whinney high as if to greet…

School yourself to savour most Joys that have but little cost; Prove the best of life is free, Sun and stars and sky and sea; Eager in your eyes to please,