HUNCHED in his greatcoat, there… Sullen of face and rough of hands, Ready to fight, unready to drill, Willing to suffer and ready to kil… He isn’t our best; he isn’t our wo…

The bell is gone from the pitching… The warning voice is gone from the… With its sudden clangour and shaki… Stand wide! Stand clear! ’Ware ro… Death lurks here!

THUMPS the big drum, “Come!” And thin and bitter-sweet the fife… “Come up and serve your country in… ”Come up and serve your King, in…

Never again shall we beat out to s… In rain and mist and sleet like bi… And watch the harbour beacons fade… And people all the sea-room with o… Our toil is done. No more, no mo…

Beyond the surf and the reef, Beyond the gloom and the gleam, Beyond the purple veils Where lost sailors dream, The Wind of the Night awakes

Some day I’ll come to that still… And bid the old man smooth my bed. No hurry of departure then, No waking when the dawn is red. The same kind trees will sing to m…

Give us a wrack or two, Good Lard… For winter in Tops’il Tickle bes… Wid grey frost creepin’ like morta… And perishin’ lack of bread in the… A grand, rich wrack, us do humbly…

Never had inland garden seemed So still, so drugged with dew; Never had green trees sung so swee… Beneath the empty blue. “As when he came, so gay, so sad,

A shadow deep in the wave astern, A quiver of green, a sliding fin Shifting, but ever keeping the cou… Silent and keen as sin. Sometimes close in our wake he swa…

The noddy lay sick-a-bed; The bread was low in the bin; The dogs howled all night long And the ice-pans drifted in. The white fog heaved with the soun…

Now let him rest, Toil-worn hands on nerveless breas… Fish come into the silver bays, And red suns go to the west. But never again with wind and tide

Out from the rottin’ barnacles and… Out from the rusty ringbolts adown… Out from the roadstead green and t… Let me go! - it’s all I ask of Yo… Out and away, out and through

THUNDER of riotous hoofs over t… Clash of reeking squadrons, steel-… The White Maid, and the white hor… Black hearts riding for money; red… The maid who rides for France and…

Fades the sodden wharf, and fades… The anchored ships are lost. The… Fades out. The narrows close. T… The green hill-pastures blur again… The free wind strains our pinions…

Pipe, bird, in the tamarind tree. Pipe, wind, on the azure sea. Here is the Season of Peace on E… Pipe merrily. Roar, surf, on the outer reef.