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WITH THE DIGGERS
1914 - 1918

Fusr since t^s /orwatto^ o/ THE FOURTH
DIVISION A.M.C. ASSOCIATION it ^as bae^ *he
^ts^ o/ t^a Members that we should .h-a-ue
sows par^a^a^t record to th.g r?i.gf?i-oru o/ our
FoJlan Comrades; The yolIoMt^g pages are
the expression oy that wish. The^ are
t^te^ded primarily as an. ac^^o^iedgwent by
those Mho Returned o/ thei-r prtde in the
braue and yaithjul Lrn-returned.
The Rolls oy Honor contain the nam.es oy
One Hundred and Eighteen (iic) Members o/
the FOLATE, TWELFTH, and THIRTEENTH FIELD
ANBHLANCES, A.I-F-, Mho made the Supreme
Sdcrt/tce.
This memento, which though slight in
itsel/,is expressive oj boundless sympathy,
is also tendered to* those whose thoughts
inevitably turn with prtde mingled with
sorrow to the ^est where the Great Ones are
gone, in the hope that they wtJi-ytnd in
their sorrow a new prtde in th^se whose .
memories they fondly cherish,and a new lin^
with their neuer-to-be-yorgotten dead.
The compiler desires to extend his
thanks to the Digger artists and to a number
of other modest helpers yor their assistance,
helpjful suggestions, and practical support.
MELBOURNE, August 3th, 1333-
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Perhaps we shall ne^er quite be free of the
memory of the sinister shadow of yesterday, nor
even move in the light of the new day without some
reminder of the sorrow that has come to many a home,
but the bitterest hour of our anguish is past and
our sorrow is s-oftened by the sacred pride in those
"who lie in some foreign field"---a pride we knew
not before. That is the heritage they bequeathed
to us.. They would not have it otherwise.
Therefore let us hail the nev<r day gladly; for by
their sacrifice we live,by their heroism do we see
the gleaming fields of peace, through the memory
of their endurance and honor shall we solve the
problems that confront us. They have given us new
TKirlds for old, new values of life and death
From them we have caught the spirit of high
endeavour', and learned that life after all i_s a
great adventure with sacrifice for others.
If they could look at it so, even through the
murky veil of tragedy that encompassed them, shall
we do less?
(S.J.S.)
The blood of valiant fjons was shed
That we might dwell 'neath peaceful skies,
Keep green their memory; they are not dead,
On their ideals our nationhood shall rise.
They sleep elsewhere in their eternal youth,
With flag o'er them, God's flag of truth.
They live in hearts. To them our homage give
For glorious deeds that we might live.
----Fred Johns.
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' RETURtMEO SOLD.! ERS SAO^E
"PR !lN!OEaS ' MAS Y G !, FT T ! M'^
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J914. , ,.
.......June 28 Assassination of Archduke Ferdinand of Aust-ria^
"""July 28 Austria declares war on Serb-a.
Aug. 1 Germary declares war on Russia.
" . 3 Germany declares war on Franco. ^^' '
" 4 Germany invades and cLeclares 7-far on Belguim. ,' ;\
Great Britain declares.war on Germany, / \:y' '.''
" -10 Recruiting for A.1.11* opens, ''/'..y^*..^
'* ,12 H.M.A.S. "Sydney" ar-d Destroyers raid Bl-anche Bay.
'^:.:.':t:fi'^-'.
.-. " 33- A.N. &M.E.F, leaves Sydney. /......!;/^.;, ';:
" 23 Japan declares war on Germany and blockades Tsingtao.
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. - Battle of Mons begins. -.'';_-':" M-
" 2'8. Battle of Heligoland Bight. '-..''.;' ;,:-'.'-
Sept. 6 Battle cf Marne begins. -^-. :/ F. ;'/')
- " '6/l0 German invasion repelled. _ . , '*'j;; ''
" 10 German Cruiser ".Baden" first raids, in the Bay of Bengal.
;_' ;y;
" 11 A.N. and M.13.F. _lands in Now Britain. N'A ;.'
'' M Battle of Aisne begins, L;.'J "'
'^ 17 Third Fisher Government, takes office. ;-,"*:
" 22 Aboukir, Cressy, and Rogue torpedoed in North Sea.
, .pet* 31 Turkey enters the war. .--.,
Nov-. 1 First Australian Contingent leaves Australia. .,^. :,;.''
Battle of Coronel^ !^^:r ^ -
" 3 Yarmouth bombarded by German cruisers. !^Dj! ^3K^:
'' . 7 Japanese capture Tsingtao. '"^X^ ^"^^ \
" 3 "Emden" destroyed by H.M,A.S. "Sydney". ,^"..'.^-^1'
" 24 Formation of Australian and New Zealand Army Corps.
Dec. 4 First A. &N.-S. Contingent reaches Egypt.
" 8 Battle of Falkland Islands.
^ l6 Hartlepool bombarded by German Warships. .
Jan* 1$ First Zeppelin raid on England.
" - 24 Battle of the Dogger Bank. ^. .
Feb. 1'7 H.M.A.S.: "Australia" joins the Grand Fleet.
" 1$ Dardanelles outer forts bombarded by Allied warships.
March IO/13 Battle.of NeuveChapelle^
"l2 Sir Ian Hamilton cominands--Mediterranean Expeditionary
Force.
" 18 Allied naval attack onDardenelles forts repulsed*.,
Apl. 22 Second Battle of Ypres; poison gas used.by Germans..
'^ 25 Allies land on Gallipoli.Peninsula. ' ;- ' '- .
May 6/8 Second Battle *DfI_rithia.,;......- . /- *_ "
" 7 "Lusitania" torpedoed on S.W. Coast of Ireland. ...
" 23 Italy declares war on Austria.
" 27 Sir Een^y'Jackson,; appointed First Sea Lord.- ,. . . ^
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June 5 Surgeon'General Ford assumes entire administrative control
of A.A_M..C^
Aug. 6 Launching of August offensive in Gallipoli. IN Egypt..
"-6/l0 Battles of Lone Pine, Sari Bair, and SuvlaBay. - - -
'.—.-.
""21 Italy declares war on Turkey. , _ "<--
" 23 Germans occupy Brest—Litovsk.
Sept.23 Battles of Champagne and Loos begin.
" 28 Capture of Kut-el—Amara by General Townshend.
Oct. 3 - Allied-.troops at. Salonica. *.;*'- .?-;'.. '-./''''\
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\- -. ^ - *^^- ,-J-,""''r"t
State of w^,r_ between ^ulga.r^^&E^9. ^^Kbr-Britatn^f... L ' ...
Firs-t^IIughes^Goventienf ^ak^yjffm&J-^ \ *' J'*--- -^ -=
Colonel Ho^se replaces ^i^yal"%T.ll^a!B&'a,5 D.M*.^: A.I.F.
EA-acuation of Suvia anr* ^n%ac cf:mp5.^*ti:d.
German raider "Moewe" reported in Atlantic,
Reorginization^of A.I.F. I and II Anzac Corps formed.
Erzerum taken by Russians.
Battle of Verdun begins.
to May 4.. First German ^unlimited" campaign, ' .
despatch of Australian Infantry to France begins.
Anzac Mounted Division formed.' ' . '
j^yptian Expeditionary Foree formed; General Murray commands.
!'^pnnan naval raid on Yarmouth .and Lowestoft.
Surrender of General TownRaend at Hut.
une 1 Battle of Jutland.
''Australian Government purchases 15 British steamers.
Compulsory enlistment in Great Britain begins,.
First Ba.ttle of the Somme begins.
Surrender of German Forces in S.A. Africa.
'' , Battle of Pozieres Ridge begins.
r* -Battle of Romani.
.^., Sortie of German High Sea Fleet.
*-" ^.oumania enters the wa,r,
'Ji.M.A.S. "Melbourne" join^ the Grand Fleet.
3irst conscription referendum in Austra,lia.
, T H.M.-A.S. ^'Sydney" joins the Grand Fleet. '
Second Hughes Government takes office.
'1 German naval raid on Lowestoft. . ' .
Sir John Jellicoe becomes First Sea-Lord._
Sir David Beatty takes over the Grand Fleet,
h German raider "Woolf" leaves Kiel«
Gerrman raider "Seeadler" leaves Germany.
'<.< German "unrestricted'' submarine campaign renewed.
)\'*y. Australian National War Government' takes office.
Russian Revolution begins.
' Germ<an destroyers shell Ramsgate.
"Moewe" returns to Germany from her second raid.
First Battle of Gaza.
§--;,. United States America, declares 'war on Germany.
Battles of Arras, 1917? begin (Australians engaged at Bullec
Battle of Bullecourt begins. April'll, May 3s< et seq.).
.^'American Destroyer flotilla arrives in British waters.
tj.[- -Battle of Messines.
J'_ Jiig German aeroplane raid on London in daylight.
7'* First contingent of American troops arrives, in France.
'.', "Woolf" lays mine—field off Gabo Island.
Third Battle of Ypres begins.
:> Australian Infant^ attack in.Flanders. '*'
Battle of the Menin Road begins.
Battle of Polygon Wood begins.
Battle of Bpcpdseinde., '-,*'** \ ^'
*'} First B.attle of Passchendaele. ' , 1? i
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Australian Corps formed, -
"Woolf^ returns to Germany-,
Treaty of Brest—Litovsk betiveen Germany aiid Russia.
Final German offensive in France begins. '
lapril<$3* British Naval Raid on Zcebrugge and Ostand.. "
July 1$ Franco-American attack north of the Marne.
Aug.8/^1 Battle of Amiens. ' ,
Segt. 19 Final British advance in Palestine begins,
Batnles of MegiddO) Sharon, and Nablus begin.
- *"** 30 Capture of Damascus.
Oct. 31 Armistice with Turkey comes into force.
N&V..3 Armistice.with Austria Hungary.-
Naval mutiny at ..T6iel.
.Wi-H', ARMISTICE WITH GHHiANY SIGNED,
1 _TL_g^ German. Fleet surrenders, . .
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Australian destroyers begin patrolling in Adriatic^ . t
Third Battle of Gaza begins. jt-.
Lenin's .coup d!etat at Petrogad. (;:
Capture of Jerusalem. -^ )g
S3cond cons':ripticn referendum, in Australia, ''''^4^
Sir Rosslyn becomes First Sea Lord.
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Jan. 18 Peace Conference opens at Versailles." . *"'*-"':'r"sR
1921.. .^. -. ; . .
'May 9 Military occupation of German New Guinea ends. :;, '. "t'L
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-^Dee. I5/22 International Pacific Health Conference held: in
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The Fourth Division A.M.C. Association was formed from Members of
the
A.I.F. who served in the Australian Army Medical Corps.of the
Fourth Division,i.e.
4th, 12th, and 13th Field Ambulances and A.M.C. Details. These
units were formed
in Egypt from Sections of older Ambulances of the First and
Second Divisions
supplemented.by Reinforcements. The Ambulances drawn upon to form
the nucleus -
of the 4th, 12th, and 13th Field Ambulances were the 3rd, 4th?
6th, and 7th. Our
Association, therefore, comprises members who served from the
outset with the
A.I.F. and saw service on Gallipoli.
From Egypt our Units proceeded to France when the A.I.F. moved
over there,
and there served till the end of the ITar.
OuC Association Banner today bears the names of most 01 the
famous A.I.F.
Battles, indicating that our Units served therein.
Our Rolls of Honor contain^ the names of ll8 of our Comrades who
made the
Supreme Sacrifice-.
After demobilization need was. felt for the'means of keeping
alive the spirit
of the A.I.F., particularly the splendid spirit of brotherhood
between men in all
walks of life which active service taught us, and for fear that
ex—soldiers may,
as in pre—war days, again revert to-conservatism tinged with
class distinctions
as a result of mingling only with men in their own sphere of
life, and lose the
spirit of tolerance which made the A.I.F. so successful, and
should reflect the
benefit of our Country in our civilian life—Associations of
ex—Soldiers were formed.
In our case the men of the 12th Field Ambulance were the first to
move, and
a meeting of 30 member's formed the 12th Field Ambulance
Association in July, 1919.
The first Social Re-Union took place on 27th September, 1919 in
the form of a Dinner
at Sargent's Cafe, Elizabeth Street, Melbourne, at vjhich l80
members and visitors
were present.
At a Smoke Night held on 4th December, 1919, it was decided to
invite the
4th and 13th Field Ambulances to join with the 12th, and as a
result the present
Association was formed. Since then at least one function has been
held each year,
and at the present time we hold our principle Re-Union on each
Show Holiday Eve,
-and the General Meeting — which also takes the form of a
Get—Together Night — each
Anzac Eve.
Apart from Social Re—Unions the Association endeavours to extend
financial and
moral support to Members in need, and takes an active interest in
cur incapacitated
friends and casual, hospital cases. For this and other purposes a
strong Committee
meets each alternate month.
A similar Association has been formed in South Australia, and
with this
Association and also Members of the 4th Division A.M.C. in other
States, we keep
in cwntact.- Individual Members entertain Interstate Visitors and
visit members
when possible in the other States. This is, necessary as our
Units were formed by
men from every State in l;he-Commonwealth.
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"OUR ASSOCIATION" (Cont). "'
- You are earnestly exhorted to support your Association to keep
alive the
spirit of the A. 1. F. and. Old Comradeships for your own
pleasure and benefit,
likewise that of your Old-Pals, and als-o for the good of our
fair Country and.
our sons and daughters'who are to inhabit'^it. You'can-best do
this "by
attending all functions and bringing along a few old FOURTH
DIVISION A.M.C.
FRIENDS." ' - -' . '
SOLD!ERB SAMG"
Delve back into history - even in to the dim distant Ages,, and
it will
be found that Soldiers, whether marching or in Camp or whenever
other oppor-
tunity offered, gave vent to their feelings in song. This applies
not only
to British'Troops, but to Soldiers of all nationalities. The
troops of Alex-
ander the Great", Hannibal's mercenaries, Caesar's legions, we
are informed by
historians, all sang. All their songs have been forgptten and
lost to us.
Even the songs of the soldiers participating in the South African
Campaign
are almost forgotten today, and wordd and music are difficult to
secure.
The Soldier Songs of the World War will not readily be forgotten
by
those who took part in the Campaign. Possibly, to the civilian
who was not
priveleged to share the joys (?) and sorrowg, some of them,
especially to
the thoroughly genteel, will appear vulgar and even coarse. They
who have
this opinion miss the point and fail to realise that these songs
were not
sung in any such spirit, and further, such a glamour of memories
is woven
round them that they have become to the Soldier something akin to
what Hymns
are to the ardent church-goer. A Digger Re-Union or fellowship
meeting with-
out some of the old favorites would be a "dud". Let us
illustrate: An
association of well meaning ladies have established an "Anzac
Fellowship of
Women" in London. At their last meeting, April 2^th, 1333: *^he
musical pro-
gramme was excellent — from a musician's point of view, but drew
protests
from the "Diggers" invited to enjoy a couple of hours of
fellowship 4 As one
put it "We don't mind a bit of gloom at the Cenotaph and at the
Church service.
That's right and proper, but it ain't fellowship." He theh went
on to demon-
strate their idea of it by singing, in which he was joined by his
cobbers.,
"Pack up your troubles". As an encore "Tipperary"followed.
Probably had they
sung "Mademoiselle" the listeners would^have been shocked, but,
contrary to
general supposition, only a very small proportion of sungs sung
by the troops
are improper in subject or in language, and then the obscenity
was merely
technical, because, although gross and foul words were employed,
they were
used habitually as mere intensives. Ninetynine times in a hundred
there was
no thought in the soldier's mind of the literal and obscene
meaning of the
word upon his lips'.
Soldiers sang in the last War for the same reasons as their
counterparts
in history — and mainly for the same reason as a bird in healthy
condition
sings. Probably at no time in their lives were they so physically
fit, and
they sang to express this physical elation. Some who had never
sung before
joined in the chorus. Others —' gifted with a good singing voice
added to a
sense of humour — were God—sends in the fact that they lightened
many a
lagging footstep on the march and chased away the bogie of
depression in the
cheerless trench and hut.
They sang, too, to express in an indirect way their feelings and
senti-
ments. The open expression of sentiment regarding wives,
families, and sweet-
hearts would court trouble. Singing expressed these feelings in
an impersonal
way. Indeed, there were songs.for all occasions. The War with
it's mock
heroics, it's flag—waving and speech making, were the subject of
some bitter
ditties. The Military System with its "full dress parades",
saluting and
punctiliousness in trifles came in for its share of humorous
banter.
(Cont.)
"WHY THE
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FHY SOLDIERS SANG. (Cont.)
. Wi^'h. ^hese may be coupled songs specially directed at the
virtues (?)
of Superior Officers —' especially Sergeant-Majors.
Cogitation on their civilian life and its blessings compared with
their
existing condition:
"Dreaming of things they did with balls and bat,
And mocked by hopeless longing to regain
Bank holidays, and picture shows, and spats,
And going to the office in the train."
led the Soldier to sing such songs as "When this blasted War is
Over", and
"I want to go Home".
Other occasions, such as Celebrations of Drink (of happy memory)
brought
to life songs suitable to such occasions. Y^io does not remember
such occa-
sions, bo you teetotaller or not? Don't you remember "Here's to
the Good Old
Beer?" .^ .
Do you remember, too, when Nonsense and Burlesque, were in the
air? These
were joyous occasions and called for songs and encores. Singing
of this class
was to the Soldier what the theatre, concert hall and cinema had
been, to him in
his civilian life.
Certainly I914-—1913 days were unique. They will, pray God, never
be
repeated. The songs of the period were in keeping with the times.
Many of .
the; old favorites are here. The compiler offers them to you
hoping that they
will bring back-,to you in these piping days of Peace happy
recollections of
some occasion, pleasant thoughts of cobbers, and help to preserve
that fellow-
ship that existed to such a degree in the A. I. F. Cheerio!
(J. K. M.)
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THE SHRiNE OF REMEMBRANCE
A?i. eue<"lostt?i-g .Trtbucg ,fro^ y^e People o/ Vtc^oria
^o t^e Gic?'^ oy AoTi-teue^ent and f^g JVo&tJt^^ cy Sacrtftca.
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l&ile this. Shrine had its: provocation in war, it has its
foundations in love. It
is being built, by the Citizens of "Victoria as a_time-defying
monument to 150,000 men
and women;, who went from, this State to ser've abroad in the
war, and especially to *
18,000 who did not return, as well as to unknown thousands more
who died at home after
years of suffering. ... .
,:This S^irine is a visible emblem of a nation's, prayer that
sacrifice, anguish, tears
and treasui'e '.have net been spent in vain, In granite, in
freestone, .in marble, in
bronze', and. on vellum an effort is made to express in austere
Grecian art the sentiments
more specifically identified in the buttress groups - for which
the State School
children have paid - Ps.triotism, Justice. Sacrifice,. Peace and
Goodwill. - .:
It is a.silent memorial. .Those.who come to pay.their tribute at
this Shrine will
find it hallowed ground ?jhere neither song nor music nor
weeping' disturbs.
In ^he Crypjb 'Unit.Memorials, are being provided by the
respective Unit. Associations
consisting of brpnze.panels let into the walls-of the Crypt and
bearing the'.name ajid
number of the Unit.; its mo^to, and-its battle honors. -
Clustered round it are the Union
Jack and the Australian Flag. Substantially it is a Memorial to
Victorians who served
in the Royal.Australian Navy and the Australian Imperial Forces.
The men who composed
these forces and returned to civil life sought a.way they mignt
contribute to a noble
and heroic memorial without appearing to be subscribing to their
own memorial. It
occurred to them they could do this by providing the Unit
Memorials. Bach man's ambit
on active service was his Unit. "My Regiment/ -'My Battalion,"
"My Battery," "My
Ship," express the pride of possession. The Unit did not own the
man; the man
claimed possession in the most intimate personal sense of the
Unit.
Outwardly it is a massive structure in stone, visible from the
heart of Melbourne,
a sentinel over the host of generations that follow, and visible
also from most suburbs
and many parts of Port Phillip Bay, the crown of the Memorial
rising to a height of 200
feet above sea level. In fact, the site is peculiarly fitted for
its exalted purpose,
sufficiently near* the City to dominate it, and far enough
removed from the centre of
the city to preserve the sacred character of the Memorial. On the
lower terraces
beautiful gardens will surround the Shrine,
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"WHERE ARE YOU GOtNG?"
DON'T ASK ME, ASK THE BLOOM!N"ORSE,
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NEVER M!ND*ER8, PERHAPS THERE'S
A POSTCARD,!N !T FOR YOU.
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but tM-s-^e his i ^'l
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LADIES' VERSION.
Oh, Mademoiselle from .Armentieres,.
Parley Vous?
Oh, Mademoiselle .from Armentieres,
Farley Vous?.
OR HadeiMiselle from Armentiers
She ha&n'&been kissed for forty years,
Inky;;,%nky, Parley Vous.
Two-Aussie- Officers crossed the Rhine,
, , ' . '.-' Farley Vous,
Two Aug'ste officers crossed the Rhine,
Parley Vous?
Two Aussie Officers crossed the Rhine,
To meet the ladies and taste the wine,
- Inky, /pinky, Parley Vous?
Oh, .L^ndll>rd have you any good wine,
' ." * "".'^ " Parley Vous?
Oh,. La^Lgpd^ have you. any good wine,
Parley Vous? :
Oh, Landlord have you any good wine,
Fit fgg" a digger from the line,
," Inkey, pinkey, Parley Vous?
So up the stairs together they went,
^ ^ "^ Parley Vous,
Two Aussie lads on mischief bent,
. ' ' . ' Parley Vous,
Their Iggghter rang as up they went,
And what $, magnificent night they spent,
, " Ihkey, pinky, Parley Vous.
TRe r^st of the tale I can't relate,
^ .' , Parley Vous,
The"drinks were good,so they sat up late,
Parley Vous,
The Aussie way of a lively night
Is,not "for you—you're too polite,
Inkey, pinkey, Parley Vous.
Mademoiselle from Armentieres,
.' " Parley Vous,
Had^ioiselle "from Armentieres,
_*-" " ^" ; Parley Vous;
Who was "the girl who lost her sleep
Thro' singing this chorus in her sleep?
Inkey, pinkey, Parley Vous.
Mademoisell e from* Armentiere s,
. Parley Vrus;.
Is gone, tb her grsve after all these' years,
Parley Vous;
But still the Diggers between--their beers,
In voices terribly close to tears; 3ing-
. Inky, pinky, Parley Vou§.
Oh, Mademoiselle, I envied you., -
Parley Vous;
I wished that I could be there tdo-,
Parley Vous;
Tripping around with the Hock and yin.
Helping the Diggers the war to ?,«in„
Inky, pinky,, Parley Vous:
The men from Wagga and Gundagi^
Parley Vous;
From Perth, The Towers, and Bcggabri,
Parley Vous, . * ' ' -,,
Sydney, City, and Dandenong, .< :
Will think of you as they battle al3Rg,.
Inky, pinky; Parley Vous;
t
Quiet the old estaminet,
Parley Vous;
If a ghostly Digger should pass that way,
. . Parley Vous;;.
He'll whisker a, prayer for you old dear,
And he won*t forget for many a yesr^ _._
Inky, pinky, Parley Vous$ *-
For ever along the.Halls of Time,
Parley Vous;
Your name will ring in song and'rhyms,;
Parley. Vous; .
With your happy grin for a lonely boy,
I'de rather be you than Helen of Troy,
Inky, pinky, Farley Vcus:
Lass; "How did you win you-? D.-S-.O?'"
-Digger: ''l saved the lives of ay-entire
Battalion^" ;
Lass: -"Wonderful. How did you do it?"
Digger: '-1 shot the CcokH-
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'.MADEMOISELLE "FROM , AR^ENTIER$S-.7-; ' - -
'' '(eJs:trR -y-era}^&)-
Diggers of Infantry* meet again,
.:' .: 'Parlez Vous,
Ringing with vigor the old refrain,
", "- Parlez Vous;
So lift your voices and let it go,
As we did in days of long ago,
. In&ey^ Pinkey, Parlez Vous:
Memories throng around us yet,
Parlez Vous,
"Absent Gomrades" we don't forget,
Parlez Vous:
we like to listen' as speakers rise, ,
And tell their cobbers the same old lies,
Inkey,Pinkey, Parlez Vous.
Some have, grown wealthy, and some grown
fat$ Parlez Vous,'
And' ^some "are "humping the Bluey" yet^
- - Parlez Vous,
^ut here tonight we are- comrades all,
Distinctions are.left outside the hall,
' Inkey, pinkey,: Parlez VousV.'
Forget your troubles while here tonight,
Parlez Vous,
Support! ^ach toast with a keen delight,
Parlez Vous.
,The, y&srs pass on and our hair grows
.,'-''< grey? '
, But'the-jiggers' Spirit will-last always;
""-Inkey Pinkey Parlez Vous.
A year-from tonight, we parade again,
Parlez Vous,
The orders and dress-will be just the
same, Parlez Vous.
Remember the fact, don't be a goat,
We'll crime all those who miss the boat,
Inkey Pinkey, P arle z Vous.
ROLLING- HOME.
,Rolling home,
Rolling home,-
' Rollingshome,^
Rolling home, .
By the light of the silvery moo—oo-oonj
Happy is the day
^.-When you'drawn your buokah&e p^y
And-you're rolling, rolTing, rolling,
rolling home. ^ \.
- " -M? BONNY IS OVER THE OCEAN.
-- "'^ ^^^^(DIGGERS^ VERSION)
We've started an old—fashioned Gin-shop,
A genuine palace of sir-
The principal girl is my grandma?.
My word, how the money rolls in,, '
My Brother's a Street Missionary^
He saves "little girlies from si%,. .* ,
He'll save you a blonde for a dollar,
My word, how the money rolls in<* -<
My Father sells snow to The sno?birds<,
My Mother sells synthetic gin,
My Sister sells love to the nailers,,,
My word, how the money rolls in, J *-,
There's all sorts of card games and-
gambling, ^
We never let customers win,
Our sharpers are there in their dozens,
My word, how the money rolls in.
We always keep going till, morai^g^),.
It's midnight before we begins jy ^ ,
Our chorus "All listen to reason"'^.
My word: .How the money rolls in. -
SISTER SUSIE3S SEWING SHIRTS FOR/SOLDIERS.
Sister Susie's sewing shirts far soldiers,
Such skill at;.sewing shirts .
Our shy young sister Sus^e shews*
Some soldiers send epi?Hes, say they'd
sooner sleep in thistles
. Than the saucy, soft, short sbdr^s
For soldiers sister Susie sews.
HERE'S TO THE GOOD OLD BEER. ^ ^
Here's to the good old beer--- ':'
Mop it down, mop it down.
Here's to the good old beer—--
Mop it down, . '
Here's to the good old beer,
That never leaves you.queer. . ; *-- '
Here's to the good old beer, ._.-
Mop. it down. \ , , --
Here's: to the good old whisky^,
Mop it down, mop it down.
Here's to the good old whisky— ^
'Mop it down. * -' - -<f -
Here's to the good,Old whisky,
That makes you_feel-so. fri,sky,
Here' s to the-, good.* eld whisky,
Moplt''d*owi-.' *. - . -. ' ;;..., y.
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MADEMOISELLE FROM AH^NTI^RES.
(For Re-Union Nights)
We meet tonight for old time's sake,
Parlez-vous,
A good old yarn, a strong hand-shake,
„^ ^-<-', Parlez-vous;
Each"ugi^{-mug we're glad to see,
Tonight"we'*re out upon the spree,
Good-old friends and new ones, too.
Talk of-Ansae and Gy^^o Land,
* * - ' Quies Kateer;
The bints, the Wasir, the heat and sand,
Tel-el-Kebir;
The-Suez Canal, all right in it's way,
But give gas, "The Yarra" any day,
'',.'- tshmi Yalla, Itchy Koo. :?
The'' FroggMS, were very good, we know,
tM ." ^^omprenes-^ous,
To" 'give i$s ta share of the mud and snow,
'" ' i , Till, we were blue,
Buflif th&y start another "Guerre",
Wd^Il sing !'Australia won't be there",
Civvy now, La Guerre, Napoo."
So fill your glass with Aussie beer,
' - * ^ Have a few?
Whales i,t natter if you get near,
To^'Fou-the^noo?"
'Tell the-wife it's for Auld Lang Syne,.
And; take,'a good old Number Nine,
-."' , gaky pinky, Parlez-^Vous.
It's a hell of a -3ong that we've just
sung,
Parlez-Vous;
It's a hell, of a song that we've just
' , . J/ -. sung,
^ ^.'; Parlez-Vous;
AndT,the'^$ghter that wrote it
Oug^t to_ be hung,
I^*&_n5^3Lng else but a great big b—,
^ " - Inky^' pinky, Parlez-Vous.
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-AUSTRAL fA^WJLL IE THERE.
Sentry: ''Halt^ Who goes there?"
Sozzled Digger!- "Mosesl"'
Sentry^ ."Advance Mose's^ e^nd give the
/,-,V/ '. _^ Ten. Comma^diMnts.
Rally round the banner of your Country,
Take the field with brothers o'er the foam;,
On land or sea, wherever you be,
Keep your eye on Liberty;
But England, Home, and beauty,
Have no cause to fear.
Should auld acquaintance be,forgot?
No, no, no, no, no; , -
Australia will be there,
Australia will be there.
WE ARE THE RAGTIME ARMY.
We are the ragtime Army,
The A.N.Z.A.C.; .
Yfe cannot shoot, we won't salute,
What blanky use. are we?
And when we get to Berlin
The Kai ser he will say,
"Hoch, Hoch, mein Gott,
What an awful rotten lot
Are the A. N^ Z.-A. C",
AT THE HALT.
At the halt on the left,form Platoon,
At the halt on the left, form Platoon;
If the odd numbers don't mark time
two paces, ^ '
How the hell can the rest form Platoon?
TIPPERARY, '
It' s a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go;
It's a long way to Tipperary,
To, the sweetest girl I know.
Goodbye/Piccadillyi -
Farewell Leicester Square, -
It's a long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there.
The Digger! "if you were to put the lid
on. that dixies you TPouIddHt gei so
much dust in the, s^t'ew^'.
The Cook: "See,here, young fellow,your
* businesses to fight for your Country".
The Digger:' "Yes, but not to ea^ it!" _ ^
22.
HEBE WE ARE. A&&1N.
4,.^.''
- - Hare we are, here we are, here 'we . . '
" " are again,
Tommy and Jack, Jimmy, and Dill and Joe,
Then there's something doing, the
Quarter bloke we're wooing,. ....
* Aye- we downhearted? No, /Bet 'em all
'*"-.'*- \. ^.'' \c.pme,;
^rp"w are, herd'we'are, here we are
'* - ^ '. .' ... /. ag^^!-
* Fit and^welland feeling as right as
rain,
The,Staff look fat and jolly,
We'^a ten-a-loaf, by golly:
*Hellb, Hello,.Here we are again-.
'.THEN THIS BLASTED WIS' OVER.
(Hy^-['"'Tal:e It to the Lord in prayer")
'.Only- -bine more'marching order,; only one
inpre church parad.e,
, Only one'more kit inspection and of.
%iat I'me not afraid,
When this cru-hell war'is over
Oh how happy I shall be,
-*7he^h'l'get my civvy ...clothes on,
No more soldiering*-for me.
WRe^^this blasted war is pifer,. '.
^^"^e^e soldiering for. me,;'' ;*, ...
Whgnai'% get my civvy clothes on,-
Oh,',^t happy shall I be...
^, N^ ^&r# church parades on" Sunday,
No r;o^e asking for a pass.
*- I'shall tell the Sergeant Major,
T?o %tick the passes -—?'.:....... -
When this blasted war is over.., .-,.,.
No more-soldiering forme, 1' .;'-,'
When I get my civvy clothes on, .. ,'1
Oh,' 'how happy shall I be.
I shall sound my own Rev ally, . . . ,-
I shall make my own Tattoo,
No more N.C-.O-^s to curse me; ,
."No ^mor,e b—'army stew. .,.;*( Cent.).'.;,./-
Fat a^d Mick in the Trench^ gazing up;'.:
at"ah^ae.yoplane,. .--,--- ,i...i[!t -.;
Pat: *"l wouldn't,like*to;.be.up i%.the
air,&d that "thing", ^7^ -._.- L..U
.. ,Ri;^k: ' '* i wouldn^t ""like t a-,'b'&. up ;there
.,?#ld*out'%t^ ^ it^^^-^^^,..-;
-_?HEN T^IS BLASTED _WAR-_IS:^R^^nt).
NtCC'swifl all be navvies, *
Privates' ride in motor cars,
N.C.O.'s will smoke: their woodbines,
Privates puffi.their hig cigars-,
No more standing!to ^.n trencher,
Only one more church.parade, -
No more- shiv'ring on. the fireste$!,
No more McConchie's mara;alade^'
HOW DRY WE ARE. ' ;.
How dry we are, how dry w<? are^.<.
Lord only knows how dry we are,".; '
We* 11'pawn our shoes - *.
To buy some boose, ,-^ '
And swallow all the salty stws.
Lord only knows how dry we are.
How dry we. are,- how dry we are,
Lord only knows how dry we are,
They taught us:how , -.'--
To drink Icng.beers, ^_^- -^ ^^
Like thirsty mules and sand^g^ ^eers,
Lord only knows how dry we '#*e%
THE MORE WE ARE TOGETHER.
The more we are ^together,
T ogether;. together, "
The more we are together,
The happier we'll-ble, "
For your friends are my friends^
And my friends are: your friends,
So the more we are together, "-
The happier we'Ll .be. - * -
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THERgS A LpNG-^ LONG, TRAIL.
There's along^ long, trail a winding,
Jnto .the land ofrmy dreams,
Where the.nightingales are singing
And a pale moon beams,
There's a long,.-long, Right of^waiting,
Until my dreams all c*ome true,
To the: day.:whenoI'll!be^ going down
That long, long, trail with you.
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PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES.
Fack up your troubles in your old
kit bag.,
And smile, boys, smile;
YH-iile-you^vo alucifer to light your
' .fag, ,
Smile, boy^, that's the style:
What is tha <^gc of worrying?
It never wag^ worth while,
So pack w your troubles in your
- - - eld kit bag,
And smile, bo^ smile. -
^ESP;TT3S,.K0HE FIB33 BURNING,
Eeep the'hone fires burning,
While^you^,hearts' are yearning,
Though yjtup- lads are far away
They draam. of home.
There's a silver lining
Thru' the dark clouds shining,
Turn the* dark clouds inside out
Till the Bey3 come home*
There^ s p. track leading back to an
old-fashioned shack.;
Aldng, the road to Gundagai,
Wher&\%he blueg\itns are growing and
-the Marrumbidgee^s flowing,
Beneat^that sunny sky.,
There my daddy and mother are waiting
for me
And the pals of my childhood once
more I will see;
Then, no mo^e will I roan, when I'D
^ .--heading right for home, :
Along'&he road to Cundagai.
-'- ' ^'OYS OF THE OLD BRIGADE.
Then steadily shoulder to shoulder,
Steadily, blade by blade.
Reefy and -strong, inarching along,
Like--tRe boys .of the Old Brigade^
Then Meadily shoulder; to shoulder,
Steadily, bl.ade by blade, , * ,
Ready and strong, marching along,,
Li^g tha B^y S; -of th#, Old Briga#,
THE AUSTRAL-AISE.
(Air) "Onward Christian Soldiers'"..
Fellers of Australier, Blokes arr coves.
an^ coots,
Shif* yer -r- carcases. Move yer —< b&ets,
Gird yer."- loins up, Get yer -^ gun,
Set the -- enemy, An^ watch the --??* run.'..
Chorus - -
Set a -- move on, Have come --'senses
Learn the — art ol\ Self de—fence.„
Have some —- brains be, Neath yer—lid&,
An' swing a -— sabre,-Fer the Missus-and
the kjds,
Chuck supporting—-posts, An^ strikin—<-
li^hbs,-,--
Support a --° famly an', Strike fe? yer^-*-
Chorus. rights.'. ""^
'Ow's the —Nation, Going to ixpa?!d, "< -
'Lest is-—blokes, an! coves, Lend "a —hand,
lEave yer —apathy. Down a --^- chasgi,
'Ump yer— burden with, Bnthusi---asm?
Chorus
Fellers- of Australier, Cobbers, chaps,
3.an matss,
Hear the — enermy, Hickin^ at the gates;
Blew the — bugle, Beat the. —- drum,
Uppercut and out the ccw, To Kj.ngddm ——
come =
ChcruB.. ^.
Get a -r—move on. Have some---sense,;
Learn the -- art of. Self de —-fence,
' OLD SOLDEERS NEVER DI$^
Old soldiers never die.
Never die, Never die.
Old soldiers never die^
They simply fade away.
Old soldiers never die.
Never-die., Ileve'y'-^ie^ /*'
Old soldiers nev#r 'd^e?, -
_Young 4nes s?ish ^M)y wou^',.
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' ^ ^. , .MOTHER MACEREE. ^ * ,
There's a sp4t in tpe heart whigh^Q ^
,'' f-^ol'leen'Hay oiM, .^ '."''*"*
'There's a depth in me!, soul never ' :<
sounded or known,
There's a place in me memory, my life,
that you fill;
No, other oan take it, no one ever will.
Mre^, §" love the dear silver' that
eM3S3^ in your hair,
^#<fh^^ro-? that's all furrowed
; /^Ea^w^nkled with care;
I kiss th*4 dear fingers so toll-worn
* , for me,
Oh, God bt-e-ss you and keep you,
Mo they Maehree.
LITTLE GREY HOME IN THE WEST.
When .the'gulden sun sinks in the hills,
AM,the ^611 of a long day is o'er,
Theu^Kt^ road may he long, in the
lilt, of a song
^-"forget i'was v^eary before. ' -
' F^r ahead where the blue shadows fall,
I 3hsg,l some to contentment and rest;
And the 'toils of the day will be all
Charmed away
In my little Grey Home in the West.
Th&fe 'are hands that will welcome me in,
There are lips I am burning to kiss;
There are- two eyes that shine just
§eea!i^s§ they &re mine, ' -
-And a;."thou^and things other men miss.
It-* a a corner of Heaven itself
Though it's only a tumble-dov/n nest,
lut the love brooding there,why no
"place, can compare
With my little Grey Home in the West.
WHEN-THE GREAT RED DAWN IS SEINING.
When th^e great red dawn is shining,
JMen the waiting hours are past,
Whea, the "tears of night, are ended
Add I'-e&e the dawn at last.
I 3haI;f"'come down the road of sunshine
-!Bo ahatart that is fond and true^ *
When tRe" great Red Dawn is shining,
Back to Home, back to'Mother, and you.
; ' **MOTHER MACHREE " (parody) 1 . ^ .
<, " r < „i3 - ^ ^ ,__
^ Theye^S a spot in\my heart that's t&e-" ,
*'/ ;' "l'!^.'l.F.!s'&R,' "- ** "^ - ,, :-*-
_ ARd^it's peopled with places and c5bbei?-s
I've known,
There's a place in my memory I'll ever
keep bright,
To shine each September on Get-td-gether
night.
Sure we meet each year once again to're"teW;
All the friendships so valued and ever
found true; ' ,
May we long be together our thoiigh)ts '
to enjoy,. ' - - - \
And may God bless our meeting, ' . ^
Digger, my boy. ^ ^_ .
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LITTLE WET HOME IN THE TRENCH. ' .'
,:-". . . ;<,; "
I've a little wet Home in the trench,
Which the rain storms continually drench,
There is a dead Turk close by wi%h his
feet to the sky, ;
And he gives off a beautiful st^mh. ^,
Underneath in the.place of a fi^^^ r"Syk
There is a mass of wet mud and^#6n^,sWaw.
And the Jack Johnson's tear _J^/ ^-\,
Through the rain sodden air, "'
O'er my little Wet Home in the Trench*,.
There are snipers who keep on the go,._'-"
So you must keep your nappers down below,
And the star-shells at night make a
deuce of a light,
Which causes the language to flow^
Then bully and biscuits we'll .chew', „
For 'tis days "since we tasted astern,,' .,
But with shells dropping there, therms
no place to compare
With my little Wet Home in the Tr-ehdhy .
SHOW ME THE WAY TO GO HOME.
Show me the way to. go home, -. "
I'me tired and I want to go to bed.
I had a little drink about an hour ago,
And it's gone right to my head^
So wherever I may/be, On land'or sea'or-
'" '. fbam,^ ^ " ^ ''^ ' '
You will always hear me singing this song,
Show me the ?;ay to go home.
"Wot's the matter /with Bluey, paradin' sick?"
"There wu& a "bit of a brawl in the two-up school
last night and someone stepped on 'is pipe".
'^Gam! 'Ow did that make 'im sick?"
"it wu.z 'is flamin' T!!ind pipe!"
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t^ts Mgg^-e^d wust appjy /or laaua at on.ca - The
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CAB?. )# PACs To TM <^^rLi#iTY.; :; "" ^" r ^&ix(}(^^:
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Take ne back to dear olc Tligh-&y.
Pun n.c on the train for London Town, .
lake re over there, take me anthere,
Liverpool or Mancriester, well I don't
- - care,
I^ttst'w^pt to see.my mamm^^,
lith. sy best girl she'll b& w&iting
' - - ' ^-- . there-,
ni tee, iddle ey ity, Take me hack
, '. ^. to Blighty, -
riigh^y is 'the place for me.
Take* me hack to dear old Aussie,
Put me on the boat for Melbourne Town,
Take .me over bhere, drop me anywhere,
Sydney,' Melbourne, Adelaide, for I
- ': ^^t care,
I, jiiM'^^t to see my best girl,
Cuddi&^p* again we' soon will he,
Ohr Tl!lgn^ is a failure,
^5!^ke ^teAb^k to Australia,
Aussie is the place for me,
"^Marching, marr-hirg, mareaing,
Always bally w^ll m^jrching,
Marching all tn^ aiming and marching
half the nigh!*,
Marching, irarch..ng, matching, .
Always bally v/ell mr^ching,
Mai'ching: till ny i;fmo if up iSnd* 3L
shall maroh r.c iPoreo
ROLLING- HOUE.
Rolling horns, Rolling home, Rolling , ,'
home, Rolling Homo, . ,^
By the light of HiB silvery hoo^oo-bon,
Happy is the Jay ^.aen you draw your
Tuocshpe oay,
And you're rolJ.ing,
Rolling Homer
^oiling, rolHig,
SWEET AD*BLIBE,
"THS ROSE OF NO MAN'S LAND. .
Th$rn.'Bla rose that grows on "No Man's"
Land,
And i-^^^^^^^wonderful to see.
'Tho^ %^s spray'd with tears it will
p live for years, --
-^In'my garden of Memory. .
It''s ^t!^e one red rose the! .soldier Knows,
lUs^e work of the Master !s Hand,
Hid' tl^4 war's great curse,.; ...
Stand s'^the Red Cross Nurse, .
She^F the Rose of ^o Man's.Land.
tWANT-'TO GO. HOME.
'""I #§5^%^ go home,
I y^t^^go home,
I^on-^#ant to,go to the trenches
- ^ *^{j * no more,
-Where*'^ere are whiEbangs and Five-
nines galore.
Take mo over the sea,
Where the Allemand can't get at me,
Oh my_, I don't want to die,
I weSa^to go RcRe. ,**, ' -.*\
.'^' ',
-^
Sweet Adeline, My Adeline, ' ' ^"
At night dear heart, _ '
For you.I pine,
In all my dresms
Your fair face beams,
You^re the flower of my heart,
Sweet Adelinei
TILL TEE SANDS OF TEE DESERT .GSOT-OOLD.
Till the sands of the desert grow cold,
And their infinite ntimbers are told,
God gave them tc me,
And mine thou nhalt be,
For ever to' have and to Jrcld,,
Till the story cf Judgment is told,
And the myst'iios of Ees-ven are holds
I'll turn love to thee.
_;My shrine thou shalt be,,
Till the sands of the Desert grow cal^
G00*)-BYEB.
Good-bye-ep, Gccd"-by3-ee,
Wipe the tear baby dear from your eyee,
Though 'vis -saayd to pM*t I l^noy,
I^i.be tickied to da&th to go,
Doii*"t sighe# '-^^-don't eyyee -^<^ '
* -^h^$e^s,a s^^er lining^:.n the skyee,
*'--$f ,^.''nin? ^ciN.t -t^^\ <?et^s M^ ?ye
^
g6gpco
y est /yen,
SoMby^^
TEE SOLDIER'S'^FARF-IELL. * -
-'"^r-< - .. ,
, How can I "bear to leave^ thee^
On'e parting kiss I give thee;
And then, whate'er befalls me,
I go inhere honor calls me.
.. Chorus
Farewell, farewell, my own true love,
Farewell, farewell, my own true love.
. 'A3LD LANG SYNE.
Should 'auld acquaintance be forgot^
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne?
- . Chorus
For. auld lang syne, By dear,
Fo^'auld lang syne;.
We'll 'tak'* a cup o' kindness yet,
Fop auXd, lang syne.
JI7ST A WEE DEOCH-AN'-DORIS.
Just a wee deoch-an^-doris^
Just a wee yin, that's a',
Just awe.e,deoch-an'-doris,
Before ,vei-gang awa'.
There's &.wee wifie waitin',
In a we^, Mt-an'-^ben;
If .you^^an' say^"it's a braw bricht
-ma<mli§ht nicht,"
Ye^re 'a'richt, ye ken?
OLD FOLKS AT HOME.
Way down upon the Swanee River,
Far,.far away,
Dere's wha.^ my heart is turning eber,
Der*e*s wha' de old folks stay.
Ail up ,and down de Whole creation
Sadly 1 roam,
Still longing for de old plantation,..
And for de old folks at home.
Chorus
All de world am sad end dreary,
E&trywhar I roam,
Oh, darkies, -how my heart grows weary,
Far from..the old folks at home,
Johnnie, get yp%r gun, get your gun,^*'
gct^your gun,
Take it on the run, on the run, or. the run,
Hear then calling you and me
Ev'ry son of liberty.
Hurry right away, no delay, go to-day,
Make your daddy glad to have had such a lad,
Tell your sweetheart no to pine
To be proud her boy's in line.
Chorus
Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word over there,
That the Yanks are comings the Yanks are
coming,
The drums rumtumming ev'rywhero.
So prepare, say a prayer,
Send the word, send the word to'beware,,
And we won't come back till it's over^
Over there.
JOHN BROWN'S BABY.
John Drown's baby' s got a pinple ' on M'
his — "Sh "ssh", ^.
John Brown's baby's got a pimple on
his — "Sh "ssh",
John Brown's baby's got a pimple on
his — "Sh "ssh",
It hurts him marching along.-
Chorus
Glory ^ glory Allelulia,
Ain't that baby boy peculiar",
What a kid he was to fool yer
As we went marching along.
GOODNIGHT. LADIES.
Goodnight, ladies, Goodnight/Ladies,
Goodnight, ladies, We're going to leave
you now.
Merrily we roll along, roll along,
roll along,
Merrily we roll along, o'er the dark
blue sea.
Sweet dreams, ladies, Sweet dreams,ladies,
Sweet dreams, ladies, We're going to leave
you now.
Merrily ,etc. -
^t^H
& ^
^^
ANOTHER LITTLE
Oh, '^harejwas a little ^heg: and s^e-^ J *-
-"Hgd^a wooden leg, '--^'' ,
The test little hen that ever laid
an egg,
And she laid nore eggs than any on
- * * -^ the farm,
-And bother little drink won't do us
. '. any harn.
- Chorus
Another little drink, another little
*- " drink,
Another little drink won't do us-
. r. -/ " . any ham,
Another litble drink, another little
drink,
Another little drink won't do us any
/ -'- " ham.
There.%%& ^little girl who went into
,. t. -'.'^ *",'J i Revue,
Couldn''t-aet;'abit, But a Lady
' . thro-and-tho',
Cause to everyone around she displayed
great form,
And-ano-ther little drink won't-do us
any harm.
.Chorus
There #as a pretty lass, and I grieved
to say,
She' climbed upon a bus on a windy day.
Whe^the busy little breeze blew an
"" ' - "'^c?ful storm,
And 'the^pretty little filly showed
' ' /. * surprising form.
' ^Chorus. ^
Another little drink etc. etc.
-.-1— - 27-.
^^B WASJSITTY.**,-- _^-
^-j- -'/ *^'____^__^^ "-^
_ J^ef §&s wi,tty^' < - ^ s . ;
JMay^^Me was pr^iiy^ '-^^
Mary fron the City -how we used to pull
her leg;
A member of the Committee „ -* '
Thinl^ing to be witty, ^.^ - ,.
Sang to her a ditty of a hard boiled. egg.
Singing "Rule Britannia — The Kais&r J^'
kill'dacat, '^^J
King George never never never wbu^.d,'d&
that. -, /. '":
DO WHAT? / * J/'/ '-
(softly) Sang to her a ditty ''.^ "
Of a hard boiled egg. * , r ,*
NAPOO.'
THE FIUEST JOB OF ALL. TEE AIRMAN^',
God made the land for soldier men,
He made the sea for sailors.
And Regent Street for pretty girls, '".
And Jermyn Street for tailors,,. -
He made the air for other folk ' ...
(Oh, don't you hear the call?)
He made the" air for you and me,-
!The finest job of all.
God made some men for Parliament,
And some for pious rectors,
He made some men for writing jobs,
And even made "objectors",
But you and; me he blessed the mo^t, .,
(Oh, don't you hear the call?)-.
He gave us wings to SQpur the heav'na,
The finest job of all/
He gave us wings to scour the heav'ns?
The finest job of all."
* ^ MOlSltE MELBOURns TOW.
Goodbye,Melbourne Town, Melbourne
Town-goodbye, . . .
I'am'leading you.today for a Country
--"far away,/ ;
Though just now I'm stony broke
without a single brown,
When I make my fortune I'll come back
and .spend it
In dear old Melbourne Town.
APEES LA GUERRE.
Apres la Guerre fini,:
Soldat Australle parti,
Estaminay avec 7in Ordinay,
Apres la Guerre fini. " '*.
Apres la Guerre fini,
Solda# Australie parti,
Shall be dreaming of our Chore Marie,
Apres la Guerre fini.
20.
1, ,M4RCB^^$0N^ (G Sectim 12M?#^J
!>.?-
v-jg^r "C" S4Gtioy.% ^<^ng up??thB^ine^
-"-r^ure they*keep ixs ^."^t all^'^&&'t'ioe_r"^
^Ail the boys are g^y^^nd hearty^-- ,-^ *
"Stretcher hearing is subline.
They will work until the day is done,
True Australians every son of a gun,
And ..the Heads all know C Section do
- -^ their duty,
Dinka^s, every one:
^ow our b.oys they always play the game,
Goo'd old, 'Crinlto' sings us "Woodland Janey
Con Lawless says I'll make you want me
^ack. again some day.
CocklManser's donkey songs are ever new,
Billy Peters always cooks the stew,
But Charlie Boys does nothing else hut
argue,
He,';&;ta^k you blue.
^_ 8S A,I.F. ) (Jn Lawrence )^- , ' -
('A^-y-lgear the^Fipe{fs calling Je^B "Miiie,
/j
^'^S#;^ Pi'tch'er^ sings his liittle^T^se,
^ And I tetT^you It could be much*worso.
But he'll do the Dimtons for a Ncn Com.,
And we'll folio?/ him first.
Ernie .Aberle's songs are still alive,
And he bells about his "Wallaby dri've",
But when all is said aad' done,
Arthur Welfare takes the buns
He'd talk the dead alive „
JirmyLr-wrence sings ''My old Shako-s
And no hospital dixie had a go,
But the TinkoiM !;h?y will sJng bhe-y
loudest,
And mage a lively show,,
But now we must tell about a,chum, ,
And the good things Sgt. Watspn^s dons,
But though he's gone for good;, w^ll
often see him
Flying near the suns ' ' ^
-t.
g
Now our little story's nearly sung, '' '--.I.
Billy' Gray's elocution causes fun,
And our song will always be remembered " . .* -
Till our lives are done.
We'll be glad when this blinkin' war* is o'er,
And we see Australia's sunny shore,
Then we'll give three hearty cheers for old "C" Section,
Always to the fore.
MADELON.
^ Jt^ '; ... '
'JU^r.'%)OW ACROSS FROM THE WEST. (Blue Readon)
'-' (Air);' -Little-. Grey Some of the We"stT
Welt, ^e^ve just bloTm across from
^ - - the West,
And we're-all fortytwo round the chest,
Fremantle and Perth'are the best towns
on earth,
And we don^'ifcare a hang for the rest.
WeHl, take -off our coats and our vests,
^he^ever-'J'we're put to the test,
Ap$, we^ve all got good throttles
, '(, -f pr'. Emptying bottles,
^' -SyanjBeer's the best beer of all.
I know an inn where the SoldJers love to
rest,
And take a drink by the corner of the wood;
The stuff they sell there is always of the
best,
And there's a girl that is every bit as good.
This Innkeeper^ daughter is divine,
Light as a. summer butterfly,
Dark eyes that sparkle like wine^
For Madelon we all would d^e; * -
We dream of her by nig&t, we dream]of her
by day.
It's pretty Madelon makes our hearts feel
icy.
j....
^ v
„'/,.
- ^
'.wwitmtwwm
nmwamm^t'myt"^ <s/" "#w'
^
^ ^ \
^^^
,\ -<>
Chorus. , ^"7 ^
.* ^
^LL^^$rO$T,
„. --*^
When Madelon pours out the wine or ale,
Under the trees as -gentle As a dove,
All the boys are there to tell the tale,
It'fS'tho old, old tale of love.
Dear.^Melon is never cross with us,
DoesA'^ refuse our knees to sit-upon,
She'^u^t laughs, that^s all the ham
she does,
C-srry on Madelon, Carry On:
TILLY . (The Airman.),
Oh, Tilly was the greatest chap in
- -all our little lot,
Oh,' <ti3.1y had a hundred tricks, but
-^ " ^lly boasted'not.
He i%.^-tb France upon a dud to see
_^^^;dt could do,
/Aad a^tA landing like a bird, said
' lEaif a crown to you".
' ^ ' Chorus
Oh, Tilly, Tilly, how we.miss^ you now
you've gone away,
*Yduv spins, your loops, your merry
ls^g% we talk of still today.
'Twas great };o watch you climbing up
and planing down old fellow,
"AadT's^eyour happy smiling face behind
, \ *. your old propellor.
Yqung_ Tilly got surrounded once by
four bad Boche machines,
They one and all let fly at him with
all their magazines;
But Tilly, he fell half a mile
pretending to be shot,
-$h$n straightened out and went for
-tHam'and downed the bloomih* lot.
-* - ^-, Chorus.
Borne;.,Q.M. fill the rum bowl up,
Until 3?t doth flow over,
For tonight, we'll merry merry be,
For tonight, we'll merry merry be,
For tonight, we'll merry merry be,
Tomorrow, we'll be -sober.
In ny little dug-out on the tnll,
I sleep when the Turks' iuns are s^ill.
Tut sometimes I wake and can feel ^the
earth shake, ' - *"
When one of our guns fires a sbeljf..^
Then with the searchlight' sYhri^t "glare
I can see the Turks fly in ,the "a$r%
Tut it^s all in the play, for l^hjappens
' each day, ^ ^ // -'t _
Near my little dugout on the^hiil. '',
For breakfast we've bacon and t^?a, tt '
For dinner we've stew, don't yot se'^,
We have plenty of fags, -and we Q.pn^t
sleep on bags, r
And a beautiful view of the sea*.
So we live like the rats in ^he ground,
Where the bullets come whizzijgg arggsad,
Tut when wrapped in my rug, ,^!joe ag-*
snug as a bug, (",^ , _' ^_^
In ny little dug-out on the ^i^3,L^"I.'
THE BEST SCHOOL OF ALL. ^ \_ \
It's good to greet the "Pals'^we kn#w,
The best pals of all,
To meet and spend ah hour or 'bwo, -'
And good old times, recall;
Though fortune's smiled or frowned on us,
Don't let it spcil our show,
But raise your voice in tune wi*th'^^
And make this old gong go. -_ *
The years pass oh relentlessly ^ -.^"
Our comrades pass on too, **
Some valued pals have gone "beydhd" ^ .
Our numbers Row are few;
But absent ones'we don't forget,
We'll keep their memory green,
And honor them each time we meet,
Till we too cross the stream. ^
The days of war we used to kneWy **" -
The days of shot and shell, ' "- * "^'
They seem so fay beyond us ^$#^ --
Our youth's beyond as well;*
Our step.; grows short and steadier,
Our eye more weak and dim,
But *pur Friendly la%k^_no warmth in it,
Our ^osnradeshi^'4&sfes still. .,'^^1
:j" jf^
^ PARTED ON THS-^Ee^. r .
?e parted on the shore ^'?
Ye-s,' we parted on the--shore, * --
I said "Goodbye ny love, I'me off
to Baltimore",
' And I kissed her on the ship and the
-crew began to roar,
^Heel'io", and we parted on the shore.
'-.":'.?- ^ .
- BONNIS BANKS 0? LOCH LOMOND. '
By yoR bMihie banl^s, and by yen ';
bonnie braes,
?7her"e "the sun shines bright on Loch
Lomond, '
Where ne and my true love were ever
'*^ want _to gae '
Oh'the "bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch
^. ^ ' ' '" Lomond..
/.'^'' ' -^-Chorus,i ; :
fOh j^e'H ^take the highroad aiid I'll
, << ""take"\the low road, .
^^And 1^11 be in Scotland afore ye;
§1% &e'and ay true love will never
! -^ meet' again,
-On the'bonnie, bonnie banks of Lech
Lomond.
", ^^R?. SHIP WILL FIND A HARBOR. -
,i- '-''*', ' . ''
^' - Ev' ry"phip will find a harbour,
_p ^ryblrdahest^ ' *
[ /Dpn'1/be sighiRg, don't be crying,
^All.^i;s for the best.
^1 ^^u^t want -'to see ^ you smiling,
T'de &.g anything for you.
Ev'ry^ship will find a harbor,
And our Barque will find 'one too.
GOD'SAVE TEE KING.
<6pd $ava our gracious King,
Long live our noble Ring,
J $a€ sgve the Xing;
^Sen& him victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us;
God save the King.
r -^n; DEA#-%iTTLE SHAMROCK ' "-. -
^ there's a'^ay'/'little plant that grows
in our Isle,
'Twas Saint Patrick himself sura that
' ';.. set it; ^ .*
And the sun on his. labour v/ith pleasure
,..,'_', " did snile,
And with dew from his eye qft^-wet. it.
It sMnes* thro' the bog, thr'o' ^oe ^fake,
thro* the mi r el and. ' - ^
And he call',d 'it the dear lti^3ua, ' \,,
Shanrcck of Ireland, ** -^' ^}-^/,
The dear little Shamrock, hhe sweet-
little Shamrock, _ '<
The dear little, sweet little Sh33F0,bk
of Ireland. , \%,<
ALL/THE NICE GIRLS LOVE A g^JLOR,
All the nice girls love a sailor,
All the nice girls love a tar<,
For there is one thing about-a^.sail&P,
You know what sailors are. i"^"- '^, ^^' '
Free and easy, bright and breezy^ 'i. - ,
They're our Country's pride and joy* '
He's in love with Kate and Jane,
Then he's off to sea again,
Ship ahoy: Ship ahoy.
GOOD-BYE ANZAC.
Goodbye Anzac, .Goodbye Anzac, Goodbye Anzac,
We hate to leave, you now;
Sorrowful we'sail away, sail away,sail away,
Sorrowful we sail away, o'er the-dark blue
sea.
Farewell Anzac, Farewell Anzac, Farewell
Anzac,
Someday we're coming back,
Guard our lonely soldiers' graves,soldiers'
graves, Soldiers' graves,
Guard our lonely soldiers' graves, -
Till we come again. *
BAQK .HOME IN TENHE^SEgr,; . ^J
I'n.e.so,hsppy, Oh so happy ,^ *'- '-
Don't*'you envy me, ^-"-
I leave today at three
For Sunny Tennessee.
Dad and,mother, sis, and brother,
Wai'ting for me there,
And a*h the table next to Mabel
TheyeT's' OR extra chair.
Chorus
Back h!%e in Tennessee,..
Just'-try and picture me,
Right* on E*y Mother's knee,
She thinks the world of me. .
All I can think of tonight
Is a field of snowy white;
Banjos- ringing, Darkies singing,
All %h§'=world seems bright.,
The rcsjas round the door
M#:e._me ^'pye Mother more,
3^11 see"#*' sweetheart Flo,
Andtfri^nds I used to know, .
Why they^ll be right, there to meet me,
Just imagine how' they'll greet me,
When T 'g'et back, When I get back,
To my home in Tennessee4
' 1'H MAKE A MAN OF YOU,
Sunder 1 walk out with a soldier,
On Monday I'm taken by a Tar,
On Tuei^ay I^m out with, a baby Boy.Scout,
On;Wednesday a Hussar;.....
da.Thursday I gang oot wi' a Scottie,
-On, Friday the Captain of the crew;
But "on' Saturday I'm willing
To make* a man of any one of you.
Sunday I walk out with a Bo'sun,
On Monday a Rifleman in green,
On*Tuesday I choose a "sub!' in the "Blues",
On Wednesday, a Marine.
On Thursday a Ferrier from Tooting,
.On/Friday a Midshipman or two.
;$ut oiy,'Saturday I'm (Willing...
If youHl only take a shilling,
To make a man of any one of you. -
3?AC#S#gI IN^B^BSSEE*. (Parody)
"i * J ^* D.igg^-'"''4-v-er^sion, -—
:* 1
down in the"**old Front Line, -"'
Oh, that will do for mine.
Amidst the rain and snow,
Gone are the pomp and show.
All I can think of tonight
Is the parapet of white;
Bombs are dropping, Sells are popping*,.
No relief in sight.
The rum we ought to get , -
Has not been sighted yet.
I'me sure we til get trench fee.t I-
With nothing hot to eat. - -
We've used the bombs they gave us,,
And there j^s no dug-out-to save us.
TiRwe get back, Till we get back,' -
To our old Estaminet. ;
In nineteen thirty-three,,
Just try and picture me,
In Aussie o'er the sea,
That's where I'de like to be;^_ '
All-I can think, of tonight ---- , ^
Are the fields of snowy white. - -- "
Freezing, snowing, Machine guns_goi^^
Berlin out of sight.
TheFritziesinthe trench,
Behind them leave a stench,
I'de like to see my wench,
Hot the one who parleys French,
She'll.be right there to greet me,
If she's not too old to greet ma-,
When I get back, When I get back, '
In nineteen Thirty-three.
WE HAVENT SEEN TEE KAISER.
We haven't seen the Kaiser for a
terrible time,
We haven't seen the Kaiser for a .
. terrible time,
We came to France to see what he was*
. doing, .
The A.I.F. will be his blanky ruin.
We haven't seen the Kaiser for'a
terrible time.
He must have been blown up by a mine
(we. hope so)
H$#was the leader of the German Band,
Sl^gbang him—he' s no cousin of mine.
.^ 2
ORDERS) OVEES^g^
)^SE**
„^
^ni'v# "had youir bi^ -o^traii^lg^^tS ' H
'" r..-y°^'^o had your iaMhy job, "*(^,y. ^*
You've never seen the'country where "
a bob's not -worth a bob.
And now they've gone and told you soon
cyou'll tas&e the foreign airs,
So'.write a letter home,my boy, and
; ' T#arn a few more prayers.
^'' - ^ Chorus.
Order^g"^verseas, just, the same rtld
,' '.-^ wheeze,.. fi--
. Orller^d off the France with no warning.
Bay goodbye to Blighty, boy, wishing ^
you.the greatest joy, '
,Np're ordered overseas in the morning.
'Ordered overseas, just the same old
. wheeze,, ,
h Ord^er^d, 'off ^ the France with no warning,
,^ay ^Wpye to Blighty boy, Wishing
L. 'y^}U'''^he greatest.joy^
We^re ordered overseas in the morning.
"1!^ 3jk% the morning when the mists
i /,,, lie thick below,
Say farewell to London, Piccadilly and
','the^Row,
Andrthen the white cliffs shining and
, the dots upon the sea,
-&n&\'half a dozen gas-bags far below
upon the Spree.
^h^-&sl5Sg§g ( Q ', 'j
Chorus.
- -GOODBYE GENERAL ORDERS.
* ^' .
GoodBye general orders and farewell
routine too,
ERer. since we left Australia we've
be^en Aucked around by you;
-S%ua€-drill was a failure and Strethcher
.. ^ ',drill a farce,
$f y6ti"won't give us our Blighty leave,
^. You-can turn us out to grass.
7**^, DON'T WE-'JUST. E1I0W. :
The Brigadier, he gets Turkey,
The Colonel has his duck,
The Officers have poultry,
They? always^were in luck.
The" Sergeants-they.g'^t bread'"J^nd cheese,
Ai&i mop up' all*-they can,
Bu# all tiie goor old private^ ge-f" ' ;*- --
- Ig-bread ahd<----- ,^^. , , / -- —'
%f y&3 wa^tr^y*
^ Imow whe^e^A is,I know where<he^s,
I know where he is,
If you want to see the. Colonel, 1^ know
where he is; tr-* '/
He's down in the deep dug-out *,,^
I saw him, I saw him down in t^§^eep
dugout,.I saw him, fj\^
Down in the deep,dug-out. xjr 4'
If you want to see the Quartjgr^s^br
I know where he he, I kncw^#^A TM^g
JM
A
I know where he is
y,
He's mopping up the Diggersf rup-,^ r
I saw him^ I saw him mcppiag up /Mipj
Diggers' rum etc.
t
If you want to find the Digga-Q/^cl
He's up to his neck in slush. %saw him
3tc.
If you wan't to find old Fj?i+zio,."
I know where HE is etc-^ s ^*
He's hanging in the old bj^&jp.^^^
I saw him etc.
LAND OF HOPE AND GLOR?,
!--------^-------------^-!* , ,,
Land of Hope and Glory, Mother qgf the
free., . : "
How can we exrtole thee, who are Qom
of thee,
Wider still and wider shall^hy, bounds
be set; " '( " ,;
They who made thee mighty^ _m^k:§. thee
: ^ mightier yet; '^\,^ \ \-^
- They who made the'mighty, mal^"*'th^e
mightier yet. '--'-'
-ALONG TEE ROAD TO GUNDAGAI. '^
There's a track winding back to an
old—fashioned shack,
Along the road to Gundagai. ^''^
Where the blue^-gums are growing ^'-anc^
the Murrumbidgee ^ s f ^ wing^ "* -^J^
Beneath: that sunny sky '"s^J^l^ir"
Where my' dad.dy and mother 'a$^wa$-ti^g
for.me,' " ^" <^^
And the pals of my childhood once more
I .wjyll see.
-T%.en no mo-r^';will I\ypam wlRS^-J^m
'- head,ing^ri'ght;t^-r home-' ^
A3,pAg the-yoa<d"to ^m^.agai^^ '^
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' THE MOON SHINES-BRIGHT.
The mow shines bright-on,Chafle .Chaplin,
Eis bopts are cracking"'
For- want of blacking, -' -
And his khaki trousers
They want mending,
Before we send him.
To the Dardanelles. , . ^
'- 'R^.INING.(Air Holy,,Holy,Hoiy)
Raining, raining, raining,
Always ballywe11 raining./
Raining'all the morning,
And raining all the night.
Grousing, grousing, grousing,
Always' b ally we 11 grousing,
Grousing at the rations,
And grousing at the pay. . .
Marchi-hgy., marching, marching, "
Always b^allywell marching,.
^arcTiing- 'in the morning,
And- marching in the night.
I'DOM^WNTrTO DIE.:
I want tO''go^&.me''/r^" ' 'l..... -
.1 wan't tbrr^b'hoDie,. ''.;r.'=''
I don't want.to go in the trenches no
- :more,
Where whizz-bangs and shrapnel they
whistle and roar.
Take me over the sea
Where the Alleyman can^t get at me.
Oh my, I don't want to die,
I want to go home.
IF THE SERGEANT STEALS YOUR. RUM.
(Air ''Never Mind'')
If the sergeant steals your rum,
Never mind,
If the sergeant steals your rum,
Never.mind)
Though he's just a b-— sot,
You can let him take the.lot,
If the sergeant steals your rum,
Never mind!
If old Jerry shells the trench,
Never- mind.
If old Jerry shells the trench,
Never mind!
Though the blasted sandbags fly
You have only once to die,
I WORE A TUNIC. (Air "I wore a Tulip") If old Jerry shells, the
trench,
—------——- -------.— '.....*' Never mind.
Marching, marching, marching,
Always bally well marching;
When the war is over
We'll ballywell march no more
I wore a tunic,
A dirty khaki tunic, * -
And you Wore civilian clothes.
We*fought and bled at Loos
While you were on the booze,
The btoze that no one here knows.
Oh, you were with.the.wenches
While we were in the trenches
Facing our German foe.
Oh, you were a—slacking
Whi'Le we were attacking
Down-on the Menin Road.
HUSH, HERE COMES A-WHIZZ BANG..
* (Air'"Hush, here comes^the Dream Man)
Hush! Here comes a whizz-bang,
Hush! Here comes a whizz-bang,
Now you soldiers, get down those stairs,
Down in your dug-outs and say your prayers<
Hush*? Here comes a whi-zz-4)ang, .;.;
And it's making jst.raight^for yoia{'
And you'll s,^'#: all. thefwpnders of
Nc^Man's Land,
If a w^zz^a^;^ you..;:,
If you get stuck on the wire, ^
Never mind, , ^
If you get stuck on the wire,
Never mind!
Though the light's as broad as day '
When you die they stop your pay, ]
If you get stuck on the wire,
Never mind!
WHEN THE STEW IS ON THE TABLE. ;
(Air "When the roll is called up yonder" .*
When the stew is on the table,
stew is on the table,
stew is on the table, there.
When the
When the
When the stew is on the table,I.'ll be
When the beer is in the tankard, .
When the beer is in the tankard,
When the beer is in the tankard,
When the beer, is in the tankard,
'ti- ,^\I'11.be there,
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'^^'(^ TH% ARMY AND NAVY,
/ Sell^^ut_th4:Army anu^Navy, ,^^-j- ^"
'.(s^h&.'out the rank ^n^file, " ^
'-^S^.d:' out the brave Territorials,
They ^11 face the danger .with a smile
(I don't think).,/ ..:,.:.- -:...;
, Send out my mother,
'.,&&# out my sister .and brother,; -
'Bu$ ^^r Gawd' s sake .'don' t send me !
' \ ^4^'" - Sdj^r me.'..t o; s leep) j;
Far,-, far, from Ypres, 'I long to he,
Where 3-erman snipers can't, snipe at me.
Damp-i.!s my dug-out,
Cold are my feet, . -
Tfaiting for whi.?z-bangs .
To send me to sleep* ; .
(Note. Pronounce "Ypres"—"Eepree" .
^*MY NELLY/ " 7 ' .
(Ai^'Three Blind' Mice" .
HT ......... .
K^'Hel^^a'goer, ' '
%- .Nel^r'.s a goer! '
Sh^^s,^pt such.wonderful eyes of blue.
S"he use^;'such wonderful language too,
E%r f^taurite expression is,----- to you.
HSy Nelly's a goer. ' '
BAYONET.
F'^.';^e^\iy rifle and bayonet,
.^v^.'&$4!\my pull-through too,
-*3;!ye', losjti &y* disc and my puttees,
I'<'v4 l^bs.t my fpur-by—two, - .
I'^,e ^o^'t my housewife^ eRd'hold—all,
1,'^^'iJat my button—stick too.
I've lo^'my rations and greatcoat-—''
Sergeant, what shall I do?
I*v#,^ost;my rifle and bayoiiet,'
I ^v$ lo,&f* my* pull-through too,.
I*ye ^.6$.t the sock&:that.:you .sent .ate^—
They lagged the ?s±Lole winter, through.^
I,!yd lost the razor that shaved me,
I^e-lo^t my four-4)y-twp,
^Hv§ i^t my hold-all'^, so now I've got
ty^ : blow-ail,
Since I've lost you*
^-.DOWN IN,^SE-e^%0NT MW'F.''"'** * '
- - « (A-Q?-?*^ hbma m T;eunes,sa&J-
**Do7m in theVald^-'front line, _ .^/
Oh, that woh'*^' do for mine,
amongst the mud and--slime,
Amidst the slush and.grime,
All I can think of tonight r". ',^
Is the parapet so white': - '.r-
Bombs are popping, shells are'.popping,
No relief in sight. --. - '-J' - "^
The rum we ought to get, .,--: r '
We see.no. signs-of'.yet^r.'A -( T\ . <
You bet we'll get trench fj&e^.','L* ^
With nothing hot -to eat„ .' '^
There's tons of' shells to chase u^ '
And no dug—outs -to save us J '" ,
Till we get back, till we get ^a*ckj '\
Where there's wine and cheer for us.
NEVER MI1^D.(R'.Q.M.S.E.Clarke)
' " '.'''' ^rd Ba-^t.
If your sleeping place is damp,
Never mind!
If you wake up with the crgm^ Neyer mind.
If your trench should fallen sompl'
Fill your ears:and make yq-n"#<$^'^()-
While the sergeant drinks yt^r'ru^^
Never mind!
If you have to rise at four,Never^ mind!
If the morning '^ dark and raw,Neve*r. mind.
If a duck-^b&ard should elope,
And your container;has no rope,
Aiid-y6u.ha.ve.to.wade.agropel,
Never mind!
If the cook's a trifle ne%Never^mind!
If you get your tea and stew,Aid qombined.
And you find* your pint of ric^' ^,
Has a coat of muddy.ice, ,.,: .;- ^
Try to think it blankynice."****-* .
Never mind! "
Keep a steady upper lip,And you^l' find,
Every cloud you like to rip,Silver lined.
Though the skies are looking gr^ ,
It is ten to one there may - ,
Be a parcel on the way, , ^ , ,
..'-'- Never mind! " t - *,
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TEE GIRL. HE LEFT BEHIND.
(TEth apologies to Capt. Bruce Baimsfather).
FRANCE, II.30 p.m. "i wonder if the same dear old Moon is
shining through her bedroom window."
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...........COME 'ON THIRD.
^Aiy "Loading up the Mandy Lee." * .. -
Come on Third, Green and bro^n
There's going t'o be a'Jubilee in Sydney
town
Resch's 3eor, Marly Pier!
No more boxing on with.F.ritzes
No more getting blovm toLbits-es
Come on boys^ Make a nni'se,
Just get that steamer dashing.through the
foam,
No more mess and muddle,
Me fop love and cuddle, . :
When they're loading up the transport
homel
IN THE^nilpG DOW THE WAM3EKE.
f^ir "in the. evening by the Moonlight")
In the evening, down the Wambeko
Softly go our boys a-sneaking;.
In the evening, down the WarAeke
For the Huns they go a seeking.
And they grin and think it fine?
Crawling tt^ards the-,German line,,
—In 'the 'evening, tmidgt the shell-holes
down the Wambeke.
Refrain,,. -
In among the shell-holes,,shell-holes,
shell—holes, , - c
In among-thta shell-holes all.night long.
Down the Wambeke see them go,
Keen to catch the.Major's "dough", .
Creeping through the German vd.re^
They come und,er M.G. fire,.
Then*th^y'#3.pper "^3.at a sell!"
As they' A^.' '{t^ke—N.ancy Bell(! )_^
In the ,eveilin'^',down.the Wambeke, with
the wind-up.
Refrain.
Running-with the wind-up, wind—up,
* * wind-up,.
Running with the wind-up,all night long.
AROUND THE CORNER.
Around the corner, and under the tree.
The gallant Major-said come with me.
. I said "Nay Nay", I-said "No No",
But everytime I^ve been there once
I always rant to .go - ^ ' '^ ^ -
Around the'corner'and under the tree'
The brilliant Major made love to me.
He kissed me once, He kissed, me twice.
It wasn't just the thing- to do,
But ghsh! it.iyas so .nice, .^_
I*T 1<TAS CBRISTMA3 DAY. IN "THE' ?QRMO'JSE.
.It was Christma3 Day in the workhouse,,
And the master-had brought i*i the duff.
Up spake a sturdy-pauper, wibh a facets
bold as brass,
"We don't want your Christmas pudden,
You can stick it -—'------" . ' ,
It was Christmas .Day in the harem
And the eunuchs Were standing around.,.
In strode the bold, bad Sultan,-and gazed
on his marble halls. " * ,
"?<hat would you like for Chrijtmaa, boys?"
And the eunuchs answered "—^^.--" ,
A YCUNG AVIATOR LAY DYING.
A young aviator lay dying,
And as heath the Wreckage he lay^''
To the soldiers assembled around him,
Thaae last parting words he did say-
"Take the cylinder cut of my kidney,
"The connecting rod out of my brain,
"From the small of my back take, the'
crankshaft,
"And assemble the engine again." "
ONE STAFF OFFICER.....
One Staff Officer jumped upon
another Staff Officer's back,
One Staff Officer jumped upon another
Staff Officer^ back,
Another Staff Officer jumped upon another
Staff Officer^ back,
And we all went marching on.
They were only playing leap-frog^
They were only playing leap-frog",
They were only playing leap-frog,-
As one Staff. Officer jumped upon
another Staff Officer's back.
RE-UNION NIGHT. (Air "Mother Maohree")
There's a sppt in'my heart thet*s the
A.I.F.'s own,
And it's peopled with places and cobbers
I^ve known, * -* - .
There's a space in my memory 1^11 ever
keep bright,
To shine in each April on Re-Union Nights
Oh J we meet here each year once again
-, to renew', - true,
All the friendships so valued and ever found
May we long be together our'thcughts to
. -'enjoy, . ,-'; s. ^oy.;
"And may ,God bless- cur meetinSy#igger^:my
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.JOHNNY COMES-MARCHING HOME^ -
When. Johnny comes ma&c-hing home^a^ain*,
'Hurrah, Hurrah! - ' . *
-We'll give.him a hearty welcome then,
Hurrah, Hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,
The ladies they will all turn out,
'And we'll all feel gay when Johnny
-_comes marching home.
-' - "* JO^LY GOOD COMPANY.
He^e'we aye again, Happy as can be,
All gdod;pals and jolly good company,
Strolling'-round the town, out upon the
spree,
All good pals and jolly good company-.
Never mind the vieather, never mind the
rain,
Now'we'r^ all together, whoop she goes
-"", r * *. again,
^ar-di-^irydi—da, La-di-da-di-dee,
All goo^Ppals and jolly good company,
ONLY ONE MORE MARCHING- ORDER.
Only one'more marching order,
Only one more church parade,
Only one more kit inspection,
And of that we're not;afraid.
When.this cruel vrar is over,
Oh,-how happy we shall be,
When-we g^t our ciwie clothes on,
No .more-soldiering for me.
- SOMB HEARTS VfILL BE JOYFUL.-
Have you seen the picture of 'The
Waiting" of the boys coming^home
, - - Rfom war?
And in this lovely picture I'me-, relating,
Those "who fell midst the battle roar.
Mothers, wives, and sweethearts all are
waiting
Aniiously'as- the train is due.
Each-on-e-anticipates a loving greeting,
Of the one that they love so true.
Some hearts will be joyful, , -
Some hearts y^l.l be sad. . : '
Though they all gave a grand ovation
As the train comes steaming into the
railway station.
YOUR KING AMU COUNTRY WAIW YOU."
.We've watched ypu playing uricket;
And every kind df game.
At football, g'olf, and polo,
You men have made your name.
But now your Country calls.you
To play.your part in war.
And no matter what befalls you,
We shall love you all the more.
So come and join the forces
As ycur fathers did before. . -
- - Chorus - - '
——.... ' / , _ ^
Oh! we don't want to lose you, but we
think you ought to go,
For your King and your Country, botii need
you so; *'; .,
We shall want you and miss, you,
But with all our might and main, /
We shall cheer you, thank you, bless you,
When you come back again.
BOYS OF THE DARDANELLES.
Old England needs the men she breeds,
There's fighting to be done. - ,
Australians.heard, and were prepared,
To help her every son. ,
From out the Bay they sailed away,
Our pride, Australia's own,
And so today they?re far away,
And some in the Great Unknown.
Chorus
Boys of the Dardanelles,
They faced the shot and shells.
Down in history their fame 'will go,
Our-children^s children their daring
deeds will know.
Australian lads in kharki and in Blue
Have shown the world what they ^an do.
How they fought -''and fell,
The cables daily "tell,
Boys of the Dardanelles-:.
BATTALION. SONG.
The Fourteenth Boys are merry,
The Fourteenth Boys are gay.
The Fourteenth Boys are happy
Vt!hen they are on the spree. * -
They never^ never, quarrel! (?)
They never disagree.
And the password of the Fourteenth Boys i
''Come-un—'".ave a dri^k with'gel!" ' .
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1'11'g.g ohe, said Russia,^ ;/ -t '
I'll g*o""*^wo, said France\^'"l-"'
I'll go three, said Belguim
If I only get the chance.
iril g^o four, said Germany,
And wi-pe^you off the map;
Bu^ they'a^l dropped dead
When.-?Qim'Dull said,
,"B$ii, go NAP."
\ - KT?Y, KITTY.
Kitty^ Kitty*, isn't it a pity
In the^. ^ity you work so hard.
With your one, two, three, four, five,
And your six, seven, eight Gerrard.
Kitty, Kitty', isn't it a pity
That y-ou'rp; wasting so much time,
n^thVc^? I^ps close to the telephone,
When'th#'^'ghtbe close to mine.
Ki,t*ty* she'-^ pretty, '
Ki^ty she Was witty,
SheL-we^t tp the City
Where they' tried to pull her leg.
One.'oftth% committee
Thinking to be witty,
Hit hereon the titty
Wil^^Hard boiled egg.
Sin^i$g "Rule Britt'ania, .
The Kaiser killed the cat,
King George never, never, never
' would do that.
-cL, to the Guard Room -"Dismiss!"
'" ^CHU CHIN CHOW.. .
I'me Chu Chin Chow, of China,
No b^o-od fine as mine. in China.
At^ight when lights are low
He^ ."wanders to and fro.
^He-^/ ah .robber of the Orient
At#*h&.^s filled with Chinese sentiment.
Al} inight-/when lights are low.,
SQ^'wandaers to and fro.
^-EB's a^.ster of the art,
He can steal the ladies' heart;
Love he'll plunder, he's a wonder,
Chu, Chin, Chow^
"ShiBiH'^ Sar^h ^i,-tyting in *a china shop,
* &ad when she'^Mls she shines. -tz^
And when she shines she sits,
Shining Sarah sitting in a china shop,
She sits and shines, and shines and'
sits all day.
' "SONS. OF THS SEA. . '' - 'r^
Sons of the Seal All British bpr^^ ;
Sailing every ocean., laughing'fe^s^o,
scorn;
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They may build their ships Ay^lads^ ,s
and think they know the g?a&3,, ', r*
But they can't build boys of th^,, ,- ,'t
bull-dog breed, ' ,' '/.
Who made old England's name.
THE RUDDY PLATOON (Pat Banna)
(Air) Ri toor-al-li-ooral-li-Aye)
- When we left old Melbourne ' - ^
We all looked a treat. t **' Jl-.,
We looked pretty boys marching R.own_'..
Swanston Street; .. '^ "*_.
But with the minnies and shrapnel- an<f
crumps, . r
Shelling the trenches and strafing _1
the dumps.
We started with fifty odd non-coms
and men,
We started with fifty and got back
with ten, '"^ ^
And if this blihkin' depression^c^t
end very soon, " ^ Y ^
Ther'll be nobody left in the Md^r
Platoon.
Ri toor al li coral li^ aye. ^ '
The last ridge is still in front* of
us today,
We've beaten this last damned depression
and soon
Ther'll be a spell-oh for the Ruddy -
Platoon.
WHEN YOU COM HOME.
When you come home, dear, AH wij^ib^
..fair,-' ^„ -- - ^'^
Home is not home When you arelR)%"'there.
You in my heart dear, You by my side,
When you come home at eventide, , .,
Ckyg! will prG#etjt yo^God wiRf provide,
Whgn you coR^ hb^e e#'eventiden,
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'I? ^he laf^F rr u.jvD . ym JJ +*^Td hdm.^ Be^sj^e, ^
SjrS wet -q^i-ms i, j-J gi- 3d on,
Aid t-<3 ^U tjsch nan-;- c^hmd njm.
''Sirg a so^
-ajd He -rrr or'T mo^
3ut ^e T.Tjrcs I '*"^"LuC i ,r- ^etate -
y.iq) $„e d gg^i * o.'l 'n imaged ium.
wo '^e nej.e
Jecu.u.se,
<*B ' ire here ,
^err<-pe je'f-g. er^
.la.Ci< M Id 1*1^ < ^llfR-
#*h'o.€j^^tro*' saig, .*r^ he load refraj.^
SvaH'^a^gt/ 1/ .he ±-,r„ere <.o.ia mm,
H<5 h^t-e^ itc /'^.ce i. puuc disdain
Vn^i '*--<-y b^.± ^lideri Jo r.^. ^a^
He jrMg h*' -ong ^ui j.*!e cho ie l^ld
Rign^ %,nej<^ i i ^3J. ^LJ ^or%:
-- Dt^ ^ J bo J c:" C <'3^ , I'm = old.
Tor a Toa"i-Fj r' j.? ^ ^^ ^
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Aad heye'^a hraiL]i ^o +lo^e vf L^ve
And to ub&jS3 ?h^ Ir^e ^p too,
To <yn%*e6 <^^d sAeetheaibs ie*^': If hind r^.
Ahd^to-^nseethea^t^ olo anc ne^
T6 our c-humr vh) c:e i^L "forget* ^T
Hyp cell hecj-dv uh^. g n<-,
4nd he^^.^f; a he^"h uc d^-j^a^^ *-id 411 es
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-^ y^ ^^S-t to I il +he ^r^e^it-rajors
If^m&^^qne he j-s I 'no ^eie ij 3s.
^jf ^Lu^a^t? t.o f nL ^tte se^^ ^tt-major..
*T Siip\7 SLiei^ a^. j..,.
te'^/dq^i m the deep dug—outs:
I'*^o %^e? him. I've seen himy
DowA n t^e deep dug-oute*.
I've ceer'nini,
Dowi m the deep dug-outs c
^^i^^ -^Jhl." ' ^^ "Hold your hand^
oirt naughty boy,!;
Wep yo^r ^caJ ^^i., 41 legend,
Xe^$! ycu'" head d^^m. Allenand,
La^i. n^gnt ui the pa.t.e moonlight.
; i-sai^you, I saw you..,
f^trinrr'e' fixing your barbed 7.1re,
'So we o^Aed a rapid fire<,
If you wart to see you^ listers^
Your brothers o^ your ^othere^
K#ep your ieed <".ow^*^ ^IDemaiid-^
.Tash je -.n rhe na er ,
That yru sv^g<-ed ^o<.Y- dirty 3^^btcr
^a' 1 ^n^ll D3 ^nj-^e ^t
Th^ t^-3 s, . e^3'"^ ^^ ^all
D_ _J? _^_PF1F!;CI DAT
^aei you cie re +t.ie ^nd of a perfe*c*t day
ALd '"cu. ^. ir a ^ if ji;h y^ur th^-^g±%^
t^i.e t ( Lji ^c rirg out Nj.ta^eaioi ^ay,
7 r tn j-<y c^d< -,he cay j.a^ b^ougl^.
Do yu ' nn, ^^at uhe enl ^^ a perfect lay
3 an m^ ^i 1c h r ^. I i e a ^ u
7ne-r the &-un ^^e^ oir -"uch aflaniinf ray
j^,id cne J"s- fT^o-na^ ha^e tc'A^r',^-.'
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*?eil, t,ii'T s +he ena of a pet^&t ?^y
!ear ^re rn** fa ^jarney leoi^
3u+ it 1ca-v s r L ugh*- ^jrat is lag and
71 t,h a s-r s i ^at. Li kir ^ m^ irae«
For meT.'ry has pauntec 'chis perfec6'"day
With colours that .never fade?
And we find., at the end. if a. perfect day,
The soul of a friend.we^° 'iade
ILJS^§^PE_^^ TE11E,
In the shade o^- the old jpp^e, ri&$_!.
'Siere t]ie love in your ryes I could see.
'Then the '7cice that I hean-< i^e -the
song of a bird. *" 1*^-
Seemed to whisper, swee**, music to me..
I could, hear the dull bu^z oi the bet
In the blossoms as you sa-d to ne?
?ith a, heart that is true
1-11 be TTaiting for you
In the shade of the old app^e iree-
Daisy^3aisy\ give me your an^we*" do^
l^m half
:razy-
for the love of you:
It won^t be, a stylish marriage,
I can-t''^%-ford p**&6<rriag^^.
3-ut you^,11 lopk ^wcQt on.the^seat
Of a bigyele"ljurS.t for bvao.
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LEAD KINDtY LIGHT
ICST^ wH FORGET
^ L^ad,"kindly light,-,^nid the"cne%ysl.ihg^-i.^
glodm^'-......:.'-'--'"""
Lead thou me on;
The night is dark, and I am far from hone,
Lead thou me on.
%eep thou my feet, I do not ask to see
The distant scene, one step enough for me.
I "^Ss'jiot ever thus, nor prayed that thou
,"' _ Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path, hut now
',Laad Thou me on,
I loved the f-arish day, and spite of fears,
Pride'-yuled my will, remember not past
years.
God of our fatherssknown of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle line,
Beneath whose awful hand v,*e hold
Dominion over palm and pine,-
Lord God of Hosts, be with us/^et,
Lest we forget —Lest we forget.
The tumult and the shouting/die-s,
The Captains and the Kings* depart
Still stands thine ancient* sacrifice,
An humble and. a contrito -hearts
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet^
Lest we forget — Lest we forgets
0 COM3, ALL YE FAITHFUL
3SA3ER.MY GOD.TO THEE
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee;
E^en tho- it be a cross
That, raj.Beth me;
Still,all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to Thee:
Tho' -J ike. the i?ande re r,
The -Sua' gone down,
Darkness 1?e over me,
My riB8i6 ^ stone,
Yet"i'nrmy dreams I'de be
Searep," my ,God, to Thee,
ITeare-r to Thee:
0 come, all ye faithful,
Joyful and triumphant,
0 come ye, 0 come ye to Bethlehem;,''
Come and behold Him^ ;'r$i# ,^,
Born the Xing of Angels. :E^-;; 4^''
0 come let us adore Bim/^Eb'^
0 come let us adore Him^§ ' '
0 come let us adore Him^j ^
Christ, the Lord.
0 GOD. OUR HELP IN AGES PAST
0 God, our help in ages pas^t,
Our hope for years to come,'-.
Our shelter from the stormy blast^
And our eternal home. ', ,
, ABIDE WITH MB
Abide with me, fast falls the eventide:
The darkness deepens, Lord with me abide;
ithen_o-ther helpers fail,and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless,oh, abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life's '
.' . little day,
Earth's joy grows dim; its glories pass
-. - . - away;
Change and decay in all around I see:
0 Thou, who changest not, abide v/ith me.
A thousand ages in thy sight, ^ -.
Are like an evening gone.
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.
FIGHT TEE GOOD FIGHT
Fight the good fight with all thy night,
Christ is thy strength,and Christ thy --
^right.
Lay hold on life, and it shall be
Thy joy and crown eternally.
Faint not,n'or fea*ij^is arms'*.are near,
'T$^:*-changeth not.; and thou ar$ dear,
O^.ly, believe,and thou''^halt see
':-T^$t'Christ,-i's aH-in-all to thee.
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QNWAFJ). CHRlS$^30LDI3^sf __^
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W%?^rd', Christian t!cf],di&-s," _,'.
M&^e^n^ as to war, ^^^,^
Jith the cross of Jesus
Going on before.
Christ the Royal Master
Leads against the foe;
Forward into battle^ __ ' . i
See^;H^s banners go:..............
-..',.. Chorus: <' -
On^^ard Christian, soldiers, - ;.
' Marching as to war,
, Tsfith'-the cross of Jesus.
, * .l^oing on before. -.....
At the sign of triumph
Satan's host doth flee;
On/j;hen, Christian soldiers,
On to, victory.
Rell'^ foundations quiver
At tit$,'*9hqut of praise; -
^ro't&erk^,lift your voices,
- Loud your'''antems raise. (Chorus)
Like a eighty amy *
Movp^the: Church of Cod; ;- . - -
Uroth'ers, we- are treading
*<Riere the Saints have trod.
We-^are not divided..
All pne body.. T7e.. ;.. -., ,;
One ^ip hope and doctrine, -
'One %& charity.. (Chorus)
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Crownss&Kd thrones may perish,
! ^n'gdpms rise ^and Wane,
But vt!}ie Church, of Jesus -,;-
- Ccn'st&rtt will remain;
Gates'of hell can never
'Gainst that Church prevail;;
We have Christ's own promise
And' that cannot fail.., (Chorus)
'OgiW^yd,, tjhen, ye people,
J{ii^.lo4^'happy throng,
B-^end^ with ours your voices
'^^th^ ^triumph song; - - - .
'&loryy.'laud, and honor
Unto Christ the King,' ; r
This through countless,ages,
Hon and Angels sing. (Chorus)
Amen.
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Fa^aQS!!ptT S^A.
' FA^^n&l F^tJrjJ'strong" t-o save,? ^ A
r'3A.ose arm nat^r bound the rcstles*s-^\^e,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep'
Its own appointed limits keep;
0 hear us when we cry to thee
For those .in peril on the s^a^ -
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0 Christ, whoso voice the .waters' heard,
And hushed their raging at. thy TNQrd,.
Who walkedst on tne foaming 4e&p/ ^
And calm amidst its rage di-d^sl%3e^,'
.,, 0 hear us when we cry to^M^ee ',^
'. For those- in peril on th-$*sea. ','*
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0 Trinity of love and power,' ' <
Our brethren shield in danger''s Mhir?
.From rock-and tempest, fire aod, foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they;.go;
Thus evermore shall rise to' Thee
Glad hy;mn.s of praise from land and
soa.
THROUGH. THE NIGHT OF DOUBT AMD^&QBRO^'
Through the night of doubt and sorrow,
Onward goes the pilgrim baRdy ' <
Singing songs of expectation;
Marching to the Promised Land,
Clear before us through the darkness)
: Gleams and burns the guiding light,
Brother clasps the hand of brother;
Stepping fearless through thelnight.
On^ the "light of God's own presence',-
O'er Hi^ .rjansomed people shed^ '-^
Chasing* far. the gloom and terror, '-
Brightening all the path we tread:**
One the object of our journey,
One the faith which never tires,
One the earnest looking forward,
One the hope our God inspires.
Onward, therefore, pilgrim brothers'^
Onward with the Cross our aid!
Bears its. shame, and fight ,its battle ^
Till we rest beneath it^* shade.
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Soon shalT come the great^awakening
Soon the rending of thgPtomb*-
Then the scattering of all shadows,
And the end of toil and gloom.
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' 'AT 'EVENj ERE TRE SUN ^AS SET,
, lAt $ye^^.e^.,:the sun was set, --
\*The sick, 0 Lord', around theo lay;
' Oh, in what divers pains they met,
Oh, with what joy they went away.
Once more 'tis eventide, and we,
Cjgpi*esscd with various ills, dra?r near,
WhM.if thy form we cannot see:
We, know and feel that thou are here.
0 S-avious Christ, our woes dispel,
For som$ are sick, and some are sad,,
And 'some have never loved SETiee well,
And some' have lost the love they had.
ALL PEOPLE THAT ON'.EARTH .DO DWELL.
All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing tc* the Lord with cheerful voice;
-' Kim s6yve with fear, His praise forth te
'borne ye. before Him, and rejoice.
- * The Lpri ye know, is God indeed,
Without our aid He did us make, . ,
We are Pis flock, He doth us feed,
^AnJt for His sheep, He doth us take.
0, enter then His gates with praise,
Approach with joy His courts unto;
"Praise.!, laud, and bless His Name always,
For it ,is seemly so to do. .
TBE.'DAY.,THOU GAYEST, LORD,' IS ENDED.
... The day thou gavest,Lord, is ended,
The/darkness falls at Thy behest,
Ta^Th,%e our morning hymns ascended,
Thy praise shall sanctify cur rest.
We thank Thee that Thy church unsleeping
. While earth rolls onward into light,
Through all the world her watch is keeping,
^nd res-ts not now by day or night.
As o'er each continent and island,
.The. dawi leads on another day,
The voice of prayer is never silent,
Nor dies the strain of praise away.
PRAISE GOD,FROM; W& ALL BLESSINGS FLO J.
_Praise God/froo. sjhom all*blessing^ flow;
,e ' Praise Him, -4^1 creatures here below:
Praise Him above, ye heav'niy host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
STAND UP, STAND UP FOR JESUS.
Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
Ye Soldiers of the cross,
Lift high His royal banner,-
It must not suffer loss,
From vic'tcry unto victory,
His army shall Ee lead,
Till every foe is vanquished, " '
And Christ is Lord, indeed.
Chorus
Stand up for Jesus, Ye soldiers of
the cross,
Lift high His royal banner,
11, It must not, it must not, It must not
suffer loss.
HARK HARK: MY SOUL.
.Hark: hark: my soul, angelio-^sohga are
swelling',
O'er earth's green fields and ocean's
wave beat shore;
How sweet the truths those blessed
strains are telling
Of that new life when sin shall be
no more,
Refrain
Angels of Jesus, Angels of light,
Singing to welcome the pilgrims-of
the night. '
WHEN I SURVEY THE. WONDROUS CROSSi
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss, .
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, bhat I -should boast.,
Save in the death of Christ my Lord,
All* the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
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ART THOU W3j4aY^ I#L __ '
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j^r^ ti^u weary? art tM^^^n^uid^" J*"
Art thou sore distrest r**
"Come to Me" saith One, "and coming,
Be at rest" .
$ath Remarks to lead me to Him,
I*f ^eAtte. my Guide,
In-^tg.""-f^et aad hands are wound-prints,
^nc) '^:s ^bi^io.
Is<*tl'icrd-;d$adem as Monarch
Tha^ ^s H^ow adorns?
"Yo^r,/_^crown in very surety,
But 'o'f thbrns''.
ROClfOF AGES.
RoclVof^A^es cleft for me,
/M-b.'me"'iidp rcyself ir. Thee,
Le-t" th'& -4r\ter and the blood,
F^om_(ph^* -^jjven side which flowed,
,t^e off SB.ns'^he double cure,
Slava he fk*om its guilt and power.
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Tot ^he^abour of i^ hands- ; -
6ah fulfil Thy law's.demands, .
Could my zeal-no. respite, know,
CoiAd,yy tears, for.ever flow,
ATl'lpr sm could not atone;
Th&^^^st save, and Thou alone,
J38U-, MVER -OB' -MY SOUL. -' -
'i Jesus ,v Lover of my soul,
<&sit,^ai to Thy bosom fly,
^^dGyhe nearer waters - ro 11,
Ailer^ne tempest still is high.
inde m&, 0 my Saviour, hide,
TilJ tne storm of life is past,
Saf^ 'in t,5 the haven guide,
0j receive*my <soul at last.
^O^y-Yie^uge have I none,
H^gs^my helpless soul on Thee;
^I^gye^D leave me not alone,
JtStilJ4&upport and comfort me.
Allmy^rust on Thee is stayed,
All my-help from- Thee I bring;
Cover By defenceless head
With the shadow -of 'f by' wing.
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^ Shs-t a'lriesMJj^have in Jesus, \\^J.'^
3.1l our sins and griefs to bear'^
l^hata privelege to carry
Everything to Cod in prayer.
0 what peace we often forfeit,
0, what needless pain we berr—
All because we do not cany < _ -
Everything to God in prayer t
Are the weak and heavy lad.e^, '' ^
Cumbered wf.th a load of care?-.,/''
Precious Saviour, still our r^iggc-^-
Take it to the Lord in prayesr^' -t J
Do thy friends despise, forsake %hPf?'
Take it to the Lord in prayer. ^ / < "
In His arms' He'll tal^e and sn elt!,^t^ee,
Thou vfilt find a solace there, <*-<
GOD BE WITH YOU:
God be with you till we meet* again,-
By His counsels guide, uph.7l<S^0Uy.,,'
With His sheep securely .fold-you,^ -
God.be. with.you.till we megt jga^,
.. . - Refrain. '- \ < ^
Till we meetj till we meet,
Till. we .meet at ..Jesus ' feet,-, ''
Ti11. we .meet-.,. till we meet, "
Gcd be with you till we meet again,-
C JESUS, I HATE PROtMSEE. -^
0 Jesus^ I have promised Ta^seW*e^thee
to- the end. "^
Be Thou for ever hear me, W ^p.a*^eftand
- my f ri end,.;; ^ .
I shall not fear the battle, IfJ\TMu
-art by my sice, t
Eor wander from the pathway, if Thou
wilt be my Guide.
. PEACE: - PERFECT. PEACE. Y\
Peace, perfect peace, in this d^rj$
world ;of sin, ;.\. **n ':, ,\ f *
The blood of Jesus' v:higp#^_ 'pe^qe'^?:--;
within. ,^-.-;*, ..',,-t; ''
Peaca,'perfect peace, with sorrows
. -purging.round, .^
On Jesus'J b^,^pm n3n%ght but'.-Salm is
; ' ' fvpna. ,
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H. M. Einr GEORGE V.
^AAJ. GEN. Sir W. T. BRIDGES, G.O.C. A.I.F. (Died, of wounds
18^5-15)^,
GHT. W. R. BIRD'JOOD, G.O.C. Afi.F. ;, ""'-, ^^
LIEUT. GEN. Sir JOiW HONASH, G.O.C. AUSTRALIAN CORPo. )r/' '
LiEUT. GEN. Sir II. G. CHAWEL. G.O.C. DESERT MOUNTED CORPb. "'
LIEUT^ GEN. Sir C. J. B. VHITE, CHIEF STAFF OJFICEEt, A.I.F.
^ FTERST AUSTRALIAN DIVISION.
l^^.GEN. SIR'T. ¥. GLASCOW. G.O.C.
j;"^r.J.i!llii< ————— '
_) - 'divisional Headquarters.
FIRST BRIGADE. Trench Mortars..
, ' Headquarters.
^ " Machine Gunners.
1st Battalion Infantry.
2nd Battalion Infantry.
3rd Battalion Infantry.
4th Battalion Infantry.
SECOND* BRIGADE:.Trench Mortars..
Headquarters.
. . Machine Gunners.
5)th Battalion Infantry,
6th Battalion Infantry..
7th Battalion Infantry.
' - 8th Battalion Infantry.
THIRD BRIGADE. Trench Mortars..
Headquarters.
Machine Gunners.
#A ''- * - #'. (Cont)
FIRST'AUSTRALIAN DIVISION (Cont).
9th Infantry Jattalion.
10th Infantry 'Battalion.
11th Infantry Batta1j.pn,<,
12th Infantry Battalion.
Sup. Col., " *"
Pioneers.
Fay Corps.
Ordinance Corps. . t*
Artillery.
Amy Service Coips. .
Engineers.
Tetinary Sectionr. '.. ,*.
Cy. Coy.. /-' " " ^
A.M.. C. .
M. G. Bn.
(Cont.)
L FIR^T AUSTRALIA DIVISION. (Con^)_
PRINCIPAL nm-AGE^AITSl
Anzac Landing Helles, Lone Pme,
Pozicres, Moquet.Farm, Gueudecoort,
ThiUoy, Lagnicourt, Bullecourt^
Menin Road? Broodseinde, Merris,
Lihpns,* Chuignes, Eargicourt.
Killed iA Motion
Died of 'wounds
Died oth,$r Kansas
Fiisoners 'of T^r
Wounded*^ (.'gt^prox.)
TOTAL
10.477
3.553
1,133
500
35,984
51,647
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| S^e^?AUSTR^JAF-Dil-y^SldF '(Cent j" ! , |
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| ^.^- Engineers. |
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| Vctinary Section. |
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| A, S. Pk. ^ |
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| Cy. Coy... A. M. C. . 7 . |
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| M. G. Bn^ : . . . . |
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| PRINCIPAL ENGAGEMENTS.; |
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Hill 60 (Anzac). Po/,ieres, Mo^u@4,#aiwqi;
Piers, Laghicourt^ Bullecour'^^'T^eni.^"}.;!
Road, Broodseinde^Passchen^Aale^ ' j!l!-^:
Ville-sur-Anore, Hamel (6th Bde')^ /\^/}
Framerville, Mont St., Quentin, '^,''.'.;.'/ ''
Beaurevoir DineyMcnhebreLain. ff, W;
^E($^lAUSTRALIAN DIVISION.
M^jJ ^EN/-'siR cms. ROSENTHAL. G.O.C.
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^.MDivisicnal Headquarters.
FIFTIJ; Bkl§ADE. Trench Mortars..
^^vT^l Headquarters.
Machine Gunners.
17th Infantry Battalion.
l8th Infantry Battalion,
l$th Infantry Battalion.
20th Infantry Battalion.
Trench Mortars..
Headquarters.
Machine Gunners,
21st Infantry Battalion.
22nd Infantry Battalion.
23rd Infantry Battalion.
24th Infantry Battalion.
SEVENTH BRIGADE. Trench Mortars.
Headquarters.
} - Machine'Gunners -
23th Infantry .Battalion.'
26th Infantry Battalion.
27th Infantry Battalion.
28th Infantry .:Battalion'4
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Pioneers.
Pay Corps*
Ordinance..
Artillery^
Army Service Corps^
- ' (Cont).
Killed in action
Died of wounds
Died other causes
Prisorers of War
Wounded (approx)
TOTAL
8/837
2, §42
#%
4^7
37^936
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''l.;028-.
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THIRD AUSTRALIAN DIVISION, ^ <
MAJ. GEN. SB JOHN GELLIBRAND. G.O.C,
Divisiohal Headquarters.
NINTH BRIGADE. Trench Mortarp.'
Headquarters.
Ma.chine. Gunners,
33r^ Infantry Battalion^
, 34^h Infantry Battalion.
. 35th Infantry Battalion.
36th Infantry Battalion.
'TENTH BRIGADE, Trench Mortars..
Headquarters. /.-,-,_
. .-.' Machine.Gunners-.- --^'.r-v'
37^^ Infantry Battalion,-
. . 38th Infantry'P.attaHo^ '
:. 39th. Infantry,^atta^p^.,..'.'
- .^bth Infantry^Battal^bn.''-
ELEl^ENTH BRIGADE. Trench Mortar3;" *
- ;. Headquarters.
Machine Gunrers.
* ; ^ -. - 41st &,f.antry Battalion,
4&Rd Infantry Battalion,
^ ... 43M Infantry B*attalion.
-4Ath Infantry Battalion.
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THIRD AUSTRALIAN _ DIVISION. (^C^nt)
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'"P3y"Cor^s r ^
Ordinance?. '--'
Artille^.
Arny Service Corps,
Engineers.
etinary Section.
A.. S. Pk, '
A.M.^.
M. G.. Bn.
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^-H#CIPAL EUTGAGEMENTS.
"T^r-------"---*-------
I^ggin^Sy '^indrnill, Broodseinde.
Ias-s^h@ndaele, Morlancourt, Viller?—
Bretohneux, Hamel (llt-hBde^-
Mericour^, Bray, Proyart, Clery,
Boucha-vesner, Bony.
/Cy ,g.^,-^--------.---
,%iT?L6i. ^jp. potion ....
'"D^ij^^nds ...
Dy^d'otltcyjj' icause-s... ,
^f4is"op^sMf War ....
.^otALded (jApprox.)...
TOTAL
4,542
1,678
5%
l6l
24,188
31,12.3
FOURTH AUSTJL LIAN ^tVI3§QM tGunL)!
TBJRTJgiM B^fgA%. Trencn Mw t j.r^ ^
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^ Machine Gunners.-
.-49th I]r*^antry Bau^aJion.
.y)th Tnfanu^y Jattalion,
31st Infantry B-%tb9.1ion.
52nd Infantry" l"a#^3^j on.
Sup.. Col, /
pioneers. \___ „_, \ ^
Pay Ccns^ " , , ^
Ordina^u^ t ' -^ ,^
Artillei ^. "" ^'" ^ '
Arny Sej-^ieg Corps-..
Engineers. -' ^ ' '
Vetina^ Peo^io.J. , ,
A. S. r<: 1 ^',
' Cy. Co^ }^, [;
A. M. c, , r '-
M. G. B.i. <^
PRINCIPA?, MGAGE C^'TS,..,
Anzac Landing, Sari.Bair (/^h-^fc ^*
Pozieres, Moquet Farm, ?lei^^%oi^^T.s
Bulle court, _ Hes sines, ZonneiE^Jre^ >^ *
Passchendaele, Eelnterne_, lc^ySc6Kdi%i
Villers-Bretonneux. Hamcl, Mo-^co^r^,
Etinehem, Proyart,.Le Vcr^j.j.^r*j
Jeancourt.
^AUSTRALIAN DIVISION.
G. SINCLAIR Ma.CLAGAt? G. 0.0 -
. ^ Divisional Headquarters.
fOinTH BRIGADE. Trench Mortars..
j^-i\ " Headquarters.
f ^ Machine Gunners.
13th Infantry Battalion,
. ' 14th Infantry Battalion,
15th Infantry Battalion.
^- ' ' * 16th Infantry Battalion.
TB&-#35I^IG'APE .Trench Mortars..
^
^,
Headquarters .
Machine Gunners.
45th Infantry Battalion^
46th Infantry Battalion.
47th -Infantry Battalion.
48th Infantry Battalion.
(Cent)
.^?-
". A*-. - .
f'.
,' :'
Killed in action ',. ,
Died of wounds * .:..
Died other causes..,
Prisoners of "Jar ...
Wounded (approx.)...
TOTAL
8,360
2^076
41^.^-
FIFTE AUSTRALIAN Division.
MAJ., GE\f. SIR. J.J..T. HOBBS G.O.C. 1
Divisional Headquarters.
EIGTH BRIGADE.Trench Mortars,
Headquarters. / j '.' ^- -
Machine Gunro^4^ ""y-
?9'th Infantry Ba*bt^aJn^
301h Inf^rt^ Battalion.
31st InTantry Battalion.
.^ *32iid. *^Rfa*ibry^§ttalion.
'7^-. ^""\ MCpnt//
.^.
FIF3?H AUSTRALIAN DIVISION (Cojit,)
FOURTEENTH"BRIGADE. ' ' J'
Trench Mortars. '
Headquarters.
Machine Gunners.
53rd infantry "Battalion.
*54th Infantry Battalion.
35th Infantry Battalion.
56th Infantry Battalion.
FIFTEENTS BRIGADE. ''
'"-* --"Trench Mortars.
Heaiquarters.
Machine Gunners.
, . ,$7th Infantry Battalion,
58th Infantry Battalion.
.....^gth Infantry Battalion.
60th Infantry Battalion.
Sup. Col,'
Pioneers.
'Pay Corps.- '
Ordinance. -. -
-Rr-tillery.
Army Service Corps.
Engineers. - -
Vetinary Section.
A. S. Pk.-
'^y.. Coy..; -
A.- M. 0.' - - -
M. G. Bn.' - -
'^*
^- 'PRINCIPAL ENGAGEMENTS.
Fi;-qm§lles^, Gueudecourt,Gr.evillers,
B^j&jqets^, Bullecourt, Polygon Wood,
-g^^l&^co&t, Villers-Bretonheux,
Vau^-illera, Barleux, Peronne, Nauroy.
LeC^telet Line.
Killed in action -.,
Died of "wounds - . i
Died §ther causes..
Prisoners of.war.
Wounded (a.pprox.) .
3J16
1,875
684
574
23,331
TOTAL ... 32,180
OPERATING'
!^H -I^JLESTINE.
.FlB^-AqgTIiAI^^ LIGHT H0B8E BRIG^B.
Fi3^^ Light Horse Regiment. '*" ^
Second Light Horse Regiment.
TMrd. Light Horse Regiment.
1st M.'G. Sq., -"- \'"
6 M..""V. S.'' '^ ]
1st L.H. Field Ambul?Jioe. , 4
SECOND AUSTRALIAN LIGHT HORSE BRIGADE.
3^h Light Horse Regiment?
6th Light Horse Regiment.
7th' Light Horse Regjmcnt.
2nd M. G. Sq.
7th'M.V.S.
2nd jj.H9j!.A.
, THIRD AUSTRALI.AN LIGHT HORSE BHlG^pE.
' 8th Light .Horse Regiment,'
$th Light.Horse Regiment^
10th Light Horse Regiment, *
3 M.G. Sq.
8 M.7.S.
3rd L.H.F.A. .
FOURTH AUSTiUiLIAN LIGHT HORSE BRIGADE. -
. 4^-h Light. Horse Regiment.
11th Light Horse Regime^.^*"
12th Light Horse Regiment, ^. ''
4 M.G. Sq.
9 M. V. S.- ' j ,' . ;-, '
4th L.H.F.A^ - - ' ..-;.
FIFTH AUSTRALIAN-LIGHT -HORSE REGIMENT .'('ICC)
14th Light Horse Regiment.
15th Light Horse Regiment.
5th M.G. Sq. ' - '
10 M.V.S.. '
5th L.H.F.A.-
5th Sg Tr. - *-.
6th San S. ' - -
7th San S.
8th San S,
R. E. A. ' - -
4th Sg Tr. - '
1st Rem *U.' ' '
c. F. A. - - - '5;^
2nd Rem U. ' ; --'''.' ^"^-^
Sig Sq. ^ - ' - \F'^'4
Fid Sq. . . , f. ,- f\," t,..^;
A.A.S.C. ' ' ' ,^#'^^^^^
1 A.A.C.B.'' * '- /-::j..:-'?.^ ,^s . ^
No. 14A.G.-H. - ' ./ ^' ............'...........''^"-.....
2M A,S.H. - ' '
N Br Tr. " .. y ' '
,.......Rem Sec3$'A. ' ' #;? ' '
'#y S S (M^#^' 'n^:\'
' W^' S^y#^ ' E^^ (Cont).
'As^
^FERATIN'G IN-^JLJSTINE. ^ ^
.^lPS TROOFS AND^#IS€ELLAN30^ (Cont.)
.A'^
Ragdhaba, Rafa, Gaza, Beersheba,
Khuweilfeh, Shoria, Jerusalem, Auja,
Jericho, Es Salt, Amman, Ghoraniyeh,
Musallabeth, Abu Tellul,'Nablus, Jenin,
get^a3#t, Huneitra, Damascusy-Aleppo.
i^s^^nA. .-. r ' \' '* '
^atara^'<Nasiriya, Ctesiphon, Eut,
^agh%ad.,^osul.
| Killed in action . i... |
|
1,168 |
| Died of Jounds .... |
. . . |
^66 |
| Died other causes,..' |
.-<-. |
598. |
| Prisoners of War ... |
-..ri |
83-' |
| Wounded (approx.)... |
|
7,590 |
| TOTA |
.10,005 |
| CORPS TROOPS At^m |
MISCELLANEOUS. |
| Headquarters. |
|
|
| H T M 3ty. |
|
|
| 0 Sig Coy. |
|
|
| h.Q.M.T._ |
|
|
| - -M^ T.,Coys. |
|
|
| ", * fet Hdspv* |
|
|
| ^- f Tbpo Sec. |
|
|
| t _ *. < * * A.y. c. |
|
|
| , - ,/- C^T.S.C |
|
|
1st A.C. CS.
2nd A.CCS.'
__3^ A.CCS,
*"R1 Supt Dt.
ISqa Tr. Ser.
-J. b .R ..
Spec Dty,
1st Anz. M.R.
Tus.-: Ens.
^.M.M.J.C .
$.Q. K.S.C.
3rd A.F.A.
- 6th A-.F.A.
-^12th A.F.A.
* 36th H.A.G.
2nd Anz. M.R.
A.A.C.C.
Rvtay. Coy*. __
| J- —- |
A.T%*C^^n^. |
| — |
AyV^E.S^ * *"----*^- |
| ' |
A.t^S.8, |
| |
Wir. Sec^ |
| |
Admin. H.Q,. |
| |
: .No,' 1 A.G.H.. |
| |
: No. 2 A.G.H.. |
| |
No. 3 A.CB. ; . ' |
| |
- Nurs^ Ind.'..... |
| |
Nurs. Sal. ., ^ |
| |
No. .1 A.A.H. "" ,-* |
| |
No. 2 ,A*A.H. |
| |
No. 3 A.4"'H^ ' '- - |
| |
Ad.H.Q.Med, . '- ' |
| |
Den, Cps. -:" |
| |
No. 1 U.S. . |
| |
No. 2 H.-S. |
| |
No. 1 A.D.H. |
| |
No. 1 S,T.' |
| |
No. 4 S. ' |
| |
A.A.N.S. |
| |
A.F. |
| |
A.L\ |
| |
P.S's. . ,^ |
| |
'S.3.A.C. ' -y;, C'.A. Pk. t- -- |
| |
1st Anz. Cy.B. ^y. |
| |
2nd Anz. Cy.B. r" |
| |
A.N.M.E.F. Med. '. |
| |
H.O.M.W. ' " * |
- PRINCIPAL. ENGAGEMENTS.
In addition to Divisional engagements :-
. Vimy, Loos, Miraumont'NieupQft;,
Dixsiude, Canibrai, Robecque, Len^,
Flanders, 1918.
Eilled-in action .
Died of wounds
Died other causes
Prisoners of War ..*. ' ...
Wounded ( approx. )..'.' ...
80-8
474
1,055
186
10,663
TOTAL ^,, 13,1-^6
(Cent),
STATISTICS OF THE CASUALTIES* L^^ THE GREAT .WAiRj. ^
^An authoritative statement was made in the Souse* of 'CoiH&ons
in May, 1921,
as follows:-". - J--*
t'
..} - ."
'4'.
'.'-f
| BRITISH EMPIRE. |
|
|
| |
DEAD |
WOUNDED |
| GREAT BRITAIN .... CANADA .......
NEW ZEALAND ..........
AUSTRALIA .......
SOUTH AFRICA and. NEW |
743,702 56,625
16,136 .
59,330 |
1,693,263' 149,732
40,729,
152,171 |
| -FOUNDLAND .... INDIA .... .... |
8,832 6i,398 |
15,153 70,859 |
;;^,.^Sr/ ALLIED AND ASSOCIATED COUNTRIES.
'^ri^W:& FRANCE ... .... 1,385,300 No record.
!^1'''Hxy.'n BELGUIM....... 38,172 44,686 -
<$'t"^'?;.'^;) ITALY ... .... 460,000 . , 947,000 ^.
^tjW'W" .....PORTUGAL... .... 7,222 13,751 ^
Si\-^A:J '- ROUMANIA... .... 335,706 No records
SEIQIA ... .... 127,535 133,148
.#.#5 U.S. :AMERICA . ..... 115,66c. 205,690
ENEMY COUNTRIES.
GERMANY........ 2,050,466 - 4,202,028
AUSTRIA .... ...." 1,200.,000 3,620,000
,# /^tg BULGARIA ... ....... 101,224 ..; 152,400
" "^: * TURKEY ... .....;; 300,000- '570,000
^:.^, ..... (Hammerton's Eaclyclopedia)
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^L"' A < .
- " ' ^ STATISTICS OF AUSTIN IW ^uW NJRSING SERVICE.
^ 2,054 AUSTRALIAN NURSES TSNT OVERSEAS DURING THE T^AR. ('*"
-"""
' ' OF -HH0M 13* NEVER RET^tNED f'\
HA/ING PASSED A'JAY or SERVICE.
' ^' '"yiEf SERVED ON THE FOLLOWING FRONTS:- "<
, % ^ EGYI'-'T, LEmoS ISLAND, INDIA, PERSIA,. FRANCE, ENGLAND,
^ ^^ ''- !^!' MEDITERIiANEAN TRANSPORT SIR.VICE, TRANSPORT DIPEf,
AND ON T7^C
' HOSPITAL SHIPS BETWEEN ENGLAND AND AUSTPJ^IA.
^^4^ the ORIGINAL MENDERS OF THE ^USTRALIAIT AAMf NURSING SERVICE
SAILED* '
JIT,, 1,jE FIRST AUSTiLALLAN EXP-:^ITIONARY FORCE. THEY wENT TO
EC-YI-T.
Tg^IEASQNNEL OF THE No. 1 and No. 2 AUSTRALIAN GEt^HiAL HOSPITALS
SAILED
- ^RC^^LLJOURI-TE ON 5TH DECEMBER, 1914, ON THE "RYARRA" . ^ *
1^ NURSES VvERE LH^T TO THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT. THESE.NURSES
REPC:^Ep,.,TQ ^
- TB&;MATR0N IN CHIEF IN LONDON AND WERE ATTACHED TO THE QUEEN
ALE^D^lHIIj:TAP$:
(im-'ERIAL) NURSING SERVICE (RESERVE), AND A NUMBER WERE SENT ON
TRANSPORT DUTY.
^\
^A,.
^'NUJCE^O-1 THE RETU-iNED NURSES ARB^STILL ."HgNDISG R^TUklED
SPLDI-ERS
'^ -' IMm MILITARY; HOSPITALS^SUL OVER ^U$-%#jI^ .J-
y^-^?^^STS^^*^=
50a.
nwnnw
EDtTH
CAVELL
October
12th.
.......1^1^^.
ii;:
-^
NURSE CAVELL'S LAST MESSAGE TO THE WORLD.
"But this I would say, standing as I do and in view of
God and Eternity. I realise that patriotism is not enough. I must
have no hatred or bitterness to anyone."
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BRITISH HONOURS AND'DECORATIONS
t..
^. i
AT^ARDm TO MEL.OERS 0^ ^TEJA.I.F
Victoria Cross (V.C.)
Order of the Bath—
Knights Com. (K.C.3.) ...
Companion (0.3.) ......
Order of St. Michael and. St.
George, K-hts Gr^nd Cross
g"'ts Cqw (K.C.M.G.) ..
Companions ( C .M'.G.*.),' -.'.''.
Order of the Brit. Emp:
K'htg Comers (K.B.E.J. ...-.
. Conman'dei'S ( C .B .E.)
Officers'(0.3.E.^).^.'.' .......
Members (M.3.E.) ... ...
Dist. Sor. Order (D'.S.O.) ...
i 3^r ^0^ 2 Bard 1 ... .. .
Roy*! !tiel Cross (R.R.C.)....
IBar . . .-. *.-
Milit.ar^\Crpss (M.C.) ... ..*
I" 3^171, '2 Bars 4 * -
Dis:. 'My'-g"Cr'ss (D.F.C.)'4..
- l-.Bar, 5, 2 Bars 2\ /-..' '
Air Foroe Cross'(A.F.C.) ...1
Dis-.", Con^ Med . (D.C.M.) .---.'
Military Medal (M.M.) ......'
1 Bar 4&1, 2 Bars , 1^ ... ,
^'3ars ... ' .... .
Mer. Ser; ^led. (M.S.M.);
1 3ar 1 ......
-i\f
65
8
47
2
11
,:150:
. 3
35
.: 157
114
...619
41 '
188
1.
2,366
175
58
. *7
"14*
,:.. 2
1,767
27
9,926
496
1
1,220
1.
/
5 1
?7S3?-ATISTP(S^0'F'THE A.I.F, '"J—\
-^^:^ (^ - " ^ -^
TOTAL ENLISBm^S ... .. 4-6,8*09
TOTAL JADA^KAIIONS .....331,9*46
TOT^L DEATHS
53J41
Killed in Action *.. J9,5@^
Died of Wounds ^(.1.13,6*011
Died Other-Causes .*. 5^332^ '
Prisoners of War' ,^ 4?^57
Wounded ..... .,..l66.8l9 \.'^, ;:
Total Sick pjid Injured ,
38,ty ,'/;;
Gassed "...- ... lo^4$7 ' \ ^
Died in Camp Prior to '^ v/{
Unib aikment .... ^ 3^
TOTAL CASUALTIES.... . ._Jl8jj8_7
THE TOTAL .COST OF THE slAR TO^'" '
AUSHRALIA "^S , ^464,000*',^^',-.- ,
Details, of/Members _of the A.l'.F- ^
-mho were wounded more, thaii-'twice i-
— ) *
Wounded 7 times
Y)!ounded 6 times
Wounded ^ times
TJounded 4 times
Wounded 3 times
1
10
.'^105
8&I
5,5^
b4i000/ex MEMBERS OF THE A.I.F. HAVE DIED SINCE THE ^"jBR.
(11 is imp0ssib 1 e to--arrive at the correct details owing to
the ^
difficulties of tracing.)
- 78,000 ex-MBDERS^F TEE A.I.F. ARE UNDER REPATRIATION AND ARE
SUFFERING^
FROM WAR DISABILITIES. _ ^ ,. , ' ^
'f "- ^0,000 ex M^ERS"'0F TIE! A.I.F^'Aim'.SUF FROM WAR DISABlL^^
¥$$' -
' -"' * SUFFICIENTLY EXTENSIVE TO OBTAIN.PENSIONS,
LFAVlWl9,66^'^-^0-'
--' '-" HAVE EITHER NOT 'APPLIED FOR.REPATRIATlEO^^arTHEIR HEALTS
13?-'n^" " '
'- " SUFFICIEIvTLY IMPAIRED FOR THEM TO APPLY FOR IT.
S2 I
1. 'L" r-t (; -
^ '<; , ^
'#?^4?#F
r.^l -'
^1 ,j^ Jl^g
#.-+53Sh.f& -
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VICE-ADMIRAL Sir. WILLIE R. CREGS^nL-,3F.mST_NAVAI,J^CF^ -,' /,}'
'.' 'OFTHE AUSTItALIAN NAVAL BOARD ^', 1Q1L — 1$19/. , '^'
' YICI^ADI-nRAL'"Sir GEORGE E, PATEY, COmA^p33R OF .HIE
AUSTRALIAN, FLEET, 19 13 — ±91',.
^ - --.
,4 i
.' ! t .
^RSOmEL'SERVING,IN-OR ^TE THE ROY^ ^USTRAI^IAN
NAVY-.LUR^Q.-^^gjj^, ,
/' . ' :::. PERMAIIENT LERSomEL.... . ' - . . .
At outbreak
... . of 'Tar.
T^.TAL. OFFICERS .& .HEN ' 3800
Rl2.' .1916 -'d^gJL - M,l8, Jure, 1913-
/M00: - 445G ' 4?oo '50 30 ^2 30
.\
f
\
1 .A/ ^PERSONNEL OF ROYAL AUSTRALIAN NAV,UL BRIGADE^ - - - .
! At outbreak. , . "
'* '-* \)................. .. ' of'Wa.r 1915 1916 131?.......T^lG
Juao ,^91^.
^ ,' ................. —
^ ^0^?WLSORY TRAINEES 1153
< -"7^"o?ISb 493
^ CADETS IN BRAINING UIOLR THE JOWULSCRY SERVICF SCEE,sn3.
1538 1578 1931 2367 2382'
A73 418 283 , 303 23*3'-
^.'.
3C92
n66 3322 372A 3790 3834
, ^ yW#S. OF R.A.N. BRIGADE EMPLOYED IN SEVERAL SmvICES D'JRING
Iil3 ^JAR. _/ ^
^ \ ^
SHORE SERVICE (exam^atiou 3tc.) ^O^iccri 2^ My \;^' '
/IN ^iX3^RALIAir'^Hn,S (Mine swoeoi^g or
? ' * -j< patrolling)
-"BEYOHArAUSTRALIAN STATIONS (-un r-rews on
T^ansportF &o
18
'H ^ i
170
230
/)
,-'$ls
^
ROYAL AUSTRALIAN NAVAL RAD^O-.SERVICE.
,.tTI
?:^vi/
IN AUSTRALIAN SnORE STATIONS
IN ISLAND SHORE STATIONS
IN TRANSPORTS, '& MERCHANTS VESSELS'
3?„Officers
113 Operators'
x
\*^-.^,-
.^:H"
men
12;
(Opera+.ors in Transports and Merchant Vessels wepe not members'
of the B.AiN,^..
but served under Mercantile Marine Articles.) " " ^;-?'^
....... /.:'.. ^ ". .. , * . ^ <t -.
STATISTICS OF THE ROYAL AUSTRALIAN'NAVY AT THE'OUTBREAK OF
1'^AR.' .^''* %.
"AUSTRALIA'^ Battle Cruiser.
"BRISBANE"^ Light,Cruiser.;.,
- -"CHLLDERS"" 1st class.- Torpedo Boat *
"COUNTESS OF HOPET.OUN'':*'^ " "
"ENCOUNTER" Light Cruiser.
"GAYUNDAH''^ Gunboat.
*?HUON" ^^ Torpedo Boat Destroyer,
, , ^MELBOURNE" Light Cruiser.
" -f '^PALUMA" Gunboat.
"PARRAMATTA"
."PIONEER" '
"PROTECTOR"
"SYDNEY"
"T1NGIRA"
''TORRENS":
'h'tARREGO'^
"YARRA"
A.E.I,.
A.E.21
Torpedo Boat JDestroypr.
Light Cruiser, - /r.,-',
Gunboat. ':<,' ;!
Light Cruiser. J^ j;;'
Boys' Training SAip.,''-
Torpedo Destroyed;' '"
Torpedo Boat Destroyer.
n It tt
Submarine. ;.',
TOTAL 19 ships.
STRENGTH OF AUSTRALIAN NAVY, 1919, WAS 37 ships,
( .,„ ^.7.1.7-......\;—*.-—^---, ,r„-.,-,7,,.i.j7.,.. i, ,,-.,71,
/---g-^—!----^^—^ ', " -1,- ** -.- .. ;-;^^:,t;,.
! ^IEMY VESSELS CAPTURED IN AUSTRALIAN PORTS AT OUTBREAK OF WAR
11.-
* ENEMY VESSELS REACHED AUSTRALIAN PORTS AFTER OUTBREAK OF WAR 9.
26 ENEMY MINES WERE DISCOVERED IN AUSTRALIAN WATERS.
; , The German warships in the PACIFIC in JULY, 1914.
^ , - Sch^rnhorst^l"G^eisenau'^ "Le*ipzig^ ,'*Nljrnberp' ,"Emden"
;' - , .-''^ SAILING-ORDER OF THE FIRST AUSTRALIAN CONVOY.......
and. ^Cormora^y-f\.
"Minotaur" (Warship)
"Sydney" (Warship)
| A18 |
|
A3 |
- A14 |
| A7 |
|
A2? |
A8 |
| All |
|
A4 |
A9 |
| A15 |
|
A26 |
A19 |
| A2 |
|
A12 |
A24 |
| A17 |
|
A13 |
A22 |
| AlO |
|
Al |
Al6 |
| A21 |
|
A23 |
A20 |
| A6 |
|
A25 |
A5 A28 |
| |
NZIO |
|
NZ3 |
| |
NZll |
|
NZ9 |
| |
NZ6 |
|
NZ8 |
| |
NZ25 |
|
NZ? |
| |
$S^12 |
|
NZ4 |
| |
!;::%elbourne" (' |
"Ibuki" (Warship)
r -t
EXT'
-^
RACT FROMfagEBQuRNE'S" 'LOG^RE *§A^$IN& Kf#IRST
Agg^ALI-gN^CONVOY.
---------. . .... —y—^..........-.^.<.............,s..<.y
),<._n^i^t----,^^^^,-----.—*t**?^ . .......—i------F-
625 a.m.
6 45 a.*iRf
7.15 a.m.
^^in§y" sailed.
"Hinctaur" arcf
First Australian Division sailed.
Second Australian Division sailed.::
Third Austraj.ian Division sailed,,
New, Zealand. Division sailed.
All Transports clear of sound.
^U^o^i -Hliich the "Melbourne" herself,:-.;;. r . . .
j^^r 1- § y5 a.m., __ ^ "weighed .anchor and proceeded.. . . .
55 a.m.
8 20
' 53.
a.m.
a.m.
, ^
TRANSPORTS REQUISITIONED BY TFE AUSTRALIAN G07ERNH3NT.
NUHRER. ^IND NAME
Fitted for
Gross Tonnage
| Al rfMETTUS. |
' 4606 . / |
| A2 G3&L0NG |
7951 |
| ^.3 O^VIETO |
12130 |
| A4 PERA |
7635 ' |
| A^ 3%^- |
8130 |
| , A4' Qt^m #ACC0RQU0DALE. |
5121 |
| ATi H^JC . |
12032 |
| 4A& ARGYLLSHIRE |
10392. . |
| -.,! A^ SKR^PIHIRE |
11911 |
| Ai€ I^RRLOO |
6127 |
| JAll'ASC^IUS |
10048 |
| 'Al^ SALDANEA |
.4594 ' |
| A!3""&ATUNA . |
4641 |
| .U.4 EURIPIDES |
15c 50 |
| ^1^ STA^ OF ENGLAND later |
|
| \ngcapd PORT SYDNEY |
9,136 |
| ^ A%^ SiA CF VICTORIA late /< ^3.^Q& PORT
MELBOURNE |
r |
| .9152 . |
| ^ A^TtP^SS! LINCOLN _ |
'7243 ' |
| '-'hAl"&*m.T$hIRE |
10390 |
| JAJJ3 AFRIC '*. |
U999 |
| ^OQ3ROR^TA |
9400 |
| ?^i;^#REdE |
6443 |
| A22--RA^ATIRA |
8948 |
| A23 SUFFOLK |
7573 |
| A24 3ENALLA |
11118 |
| AJ^-AK'Gl.O EGYPTIAN |
7379 |
| 'A%&-ARMADALE |
6153 |
| -'A%7^UTRERN , .A28-H*€TIADES |
4769 |
| 7814 |
| ^ A^9' su#ic |
12531 |
| '-"^Aja'^oADA |
11136 |
| ' . A31_'AJAl^TA |
7759 |
| "' A32 T^EMISTOCLES |
11231 |
| A33 AYSHIiiE |
7763 |
| A34 PERSIC |
12042 |
| ^ - 435 BERRJnA ' ._ |
in 3 7 |
| Officers |
Other Ranks |
| R |
110 |
| 62 |
1533 |
| 209 . |
1425 |
| 11 |
100 |
| 55 |
I316 |
| 7 |
129 |
| 31 |
1076 |
| 100 |
1000 |
| 57 |
878 |
| 17 |
390 . |
| 70 |
1750 |
| .5 |
50 . |
| 6 |
95 |
| : 136 |
2204 |
| .29 ^ |
- 499 |
| 30 |
, 511 |
| 25 |
- 370 . |
| 36 |
. 720 |
| 49 |
* 1300 |
| 67 |
2000 |
| 10 |
100 |
| 20 . * |
440 |
| 3o |
1000 |
| ' 50 |
1200 |
| 12 |
100 |
| 12 |
272 |
| 7 . |
145 |
| 42 |
97? |
| 40 |
510 |
| 26 |
550 |
| 17 |
410 - |
| 100 |
1220 |
| 20 |
330 |
| 40 |
520 |
| 60 . |
1500 |
Worses
752 -.
22 _
44^'
23
500
2,83
J97
' 'sia.91 1.
^^.<
30^ '
-528
'- 2'0
476
537
^376
50.5
.-1?
124 f
4^
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12
12
549
386
328 '
527,
. 2^0--
;33-a;.
297
491
-A36 B00N^S-(ox 6-ne^Ty
' * MELBOURNE) * ; ^6
12,0 ^
498
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TRA^SPORTg .REQUISITION^,.^Y,#^^^$MIIJ^N GOVERNMENTJ
NUMBER AND NAME " '<
."' r^* : *^
A3?- BARA!/tBAH (ex eneny '
- HOBAR^
Fitted for^
- -Qif ie#3^ Qthbr Ranks
-^ * /^"%
A38
A39
A4C
A41*
A42
A43
A44
A4'5
A46
A47'
A48
A43 -
A50
A51
A 5?
A5J
A54
A55
A56
A 5?
A5$
A59
A6$
.A6l
A62
A63
A6A
A65
A66
A67
A68-
A6^
A70
A71
A72
A73
A74
PORT MACQUARIE
CERAMIC .....
BA%ARA (ex enenyCANNSTATT..).
BOORAt^A (ex enemy PFALZ.)--^*^
BARUNGA (ex enemy SUMATRA.).
TASTALIA
DUEL^. (^ox enemy HESSEN)
CL4N MACGILLIimAY
I^A^OBRA
S&MNG 'BEE
S^m CHOON
ITOIWS
CHILKA
SURADA
ITRlA
RUNIC .
v-?'Si^.-^
14499
7236
I848I
5930
7484.
5528
5099
5023
8174
5849
5807
952
P^
MAL^#A,
.KABI3GA,'
^OTR^EST '"
ANEAS^
^4o#A
ISNDllLA
EAROOLA
DMOSThENES
CLAN -M&CEPEN
U^aS3!&
Ayesi^Bq .
NESTOR
BSET4NA
COMMONWEALTH
MARATHON
5318
12490
6953
7597'
7430
4657
7688
10049
6942
r 7785
7391
11223
5140
:543i
12036
10046
7713
11120
14501
11120
6616
7827
5
100
_25
100-
6
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. 6
^17^
26
. .21
18
17
12
7.
7
90
232
4
5
5'
60
. :,82
78
96
.64
4
5
217
45
59
48
90
49
23
44
120
2000
371
; 2700
120
150
140
118
911
1079
465
1014
1017
,782
313
:,$5?-0
212
1534
914
111
. ,154
112
...... 155
1742
- 980.
1348
1190
1570
117
152
1328
1736
1352
1577
2149
1587
982
1202
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The Fleet of Transports.which the Commonwealth had accumulated
were in the end
' ' x" 'thus disposed of:—
Handed over to the Admiralty .....
Handed back to owners ... ... ..
Handedbackto.. the.Government of India ..
Handed over to the Government('Cwlth) Line
Converted into Hospital Ships ...
Sunk while employed under Naval.Board ...
52
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The First Lord, of the Admiralty, speaking in America on October
12th, 1918,
s
:^'$^ many as-the rest of the Allies — andl-n addition
455.'AUXILIARY'^VJ^S^g
3.ted that the BRITISH NAVY had.lost 230 WARSHIPS OF ALL CLASSES
— 110re t.ian,
t!%3rQ'
o^s^A%N4r-S'v7EEPER and TRA^EEi TYPES. "....... ' * ^'f 'j\'i[
N4r-S'v7EEPER and TRA^EEj TYPES.
? ' ENEMY LOSSES.
\
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.attempt to detail the energy's losses would be hopeless^ but it
Tia^bje^^
addod^that well OVER A HUNDRED. OF TEE ENEMY S!€ALL CRAFT cajne
to. grief m ^j&, ; ;/
British Minefields surrounding the Bight of Heligolajid. ^ ^,' ^/
V^'
/j,i,,fjl ,FjB^a,ILS OF MERCANTILE MARINE LOSSES DURING TEEV^R.
.?
I j^^^^—-—:--------'—-----------^—--------------- ^, ^
'^ i !^-ths ._^ar 1914 — 1918., there were lost through eneir&--
action 2.,774^^jCHAn: ,
^9^^^9',5.38,918 GROSS TONNAGE.
t §? Of this Total 2197 (7,638,020 tons) were BRITISH.
238 (696,845 tons)
r4 '^ ^
230 (742,365 tons)
29 (120,176 tons)
80 (341,512 tons)
FRENCH.
ITALIAN..
JAPANESE.
UNITED STATES" AMERICA.
'FA.
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TIME.^ ^;,
Total casualties Civilian and Military AIR SHIP RAIDS 556 killed
1357 injured.
CASUALTIES SUSTAINED BY, CIVILIAN AND MILITARY BY EN3^Y RAIDS
OVER
t^tTH#^&AL
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Billjim: "*0wdo yer git into the bloomin^ bath, digg'er?"
Orderly (tlMughtfulTy):: "Do yer see that tap? Well, cram3. up
through it."
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STATISTICS OF AUSTRALIANS "WHO SERVED THEIR COUNTRY
IN THE SOUTH AFRICAN WAR 1899----19 02* . .
ENLISTMENTS FROM THE VARIOUS STATES AS UNDER:-
NEW SOUTH HALES ... ...
VICTORIA
QUEENSLAND___
SOUTH AUSTRALIA....
WESTERN IHfSTRALIA ..
TASM^WIA.......
TOTAL
6,327 All ranks
3,592 "
2,910
1.534
1,237
860
CASUALTIES AMONGST AUSTRALIANS:-
DECORATIONS AWARDED TO AUSTRALIANS.
Victoria Cross (V.C.) ...... 8
Companion of the Oirder of ,
the Bath (C.B.) ... ... ... 17
Companion of the Order of
St. Michael & St. George (C.M.^) 5
Distinguished Service Order.
(D..S.0.) .... 44
There were 78 Victoria Crosses
awarded in the South African.War,
8 of which were to Australians.
16,460
31 OFFICERS, 359 RANK AND FILE,
TOTAL ,..390 =
PROMINENT GENERALS IN THE S.A.WAR.
Gen. Sir George White.
Gen. Sir Redvers Buller.
Field Marshall Lord Roberts of
Khandahar.
General Lord .kitchener of
Khartoum.
Gen. Sir L. Hunter.
Gen. Sir John French.
Gen. Lord Baden Powell.
PRINCIPAL
ENGAGEMENTS..
BELFAST. DIAMOND HILL.
LAINGSNEK. JOHANNESBURG.
DEFENCE OF MAEEKING. WEPENER.
RELIEF OF LADYSMITH. PAARDEBURG.
WITTE3ERGEN.
TRANSVAAL. ... .
DRIFFONTEIN.
ORANGE.FREE STATE.
RELIEF OF KDmERLEY. TUGELA HEIGHTS. MODDER RIVER.
BELMONT. . DEFACE OF LADYSMITH, . . ELANDS LAAGTE.
TALANA. . DEFENCE OF KIM3ERLEY. RELIF^ OF MAFEKING.
RHODESIA. NATAL. CAPE. COLOIH' ^ and ELANDS RlVHi.
?tqyr"^y*r
^udyard ){J.plihg)
..j^ <.
chpusands, fear^e
,.^
liTh^A'ybAi've finished ki^Riig Kru.ger'^^^^^^^^ii p'u^^t)4ir
""sticks "and bA&&^
your,mouth-
Will you kindly drop a shilling in my
littlestambourine
For/a-, gentleman in kharki ordered South?
He'^ aai^Ssent Tiiinded beggar., and Ms
Wi&&3^,^,es are great—
But w^ aRd u?aul must take .'him '.as we .
/ t ^ "^find him—
He's'out-on'Active service wiping some-
thing Jof^,a slate,
And h^'s^^ft^a lot of little, things
' -^SAhind himi ''
Duke's*"s!oP'—cook's son—son of a
nundred kings—..
(Fifty thousand hors'e and foot going '
^r..,to_Tablc Jayi)
Each^^^m,\$j5^g his country's. work—
(and^J^o^^^'look after their things?)
Pas$'^^^.&^W^ your credit's sake;and
?.4Ji^^-; ........
Thers^^r^^irlW^he married secr&t,
a&k^^:ii^r^eraission to, '. ". ,
For ii'e§n.'ew^ wouldn't get it if he'did;
There ^^ ^g.y^§nd coals and vittles, and
the house-rent falling due;*
And it's more than rather likely there's
^a f^id. -' -' -^
There aje3 ^yls he walked' with casual.
They'y^&^rry now he's gone,
For an #^s-^^inded beggar they will
^ ^-^f^A^m. - .
But ^'^tt^BT^^e time for' sermons,with
Qh^v'tvinjjzer''coming'on-—
We mus^3=he$ra} tne girl that' Tommy' s
1^% behind himj ' -
-^^ ..''. . ' ^.M ".- ' . -
Cook's s6n--^uke'&.son<^^-so.h''of'a
belted Earl-*- ' ' -. '
Son of_%!Latib^#ih, publican, it's all
-^)&ajHe*<'-^dayJ
Eaciy pi ^iahWoiing his coun-tiy's work—
(amd^Bh^'^'^.-4p look after the girl?)
Pass ^^Ii^t/for your credit's sake;and
,^A-^^-—pay;
^?1
t
4^^-^- ^ the gyout,
And they'll live on half o' nothing, paid
'em punctual once a week, ^,^
'Cause the man that earned the wage *^s-'
ordered out. ^ "^t\
He's an absent-minded beggar, DHt%8^i/J
heard his country call, ^ ,^*^f
And his regiment didn't need -to* se%i^#$-3
find him— ' .),'}'
He chucked nis job and joined H*4-so^a;
job before us all ^\ f^-/
Is to help the home that Tommy's^' ieF&r' ^ ^
behind himi ^ -, !/'/^
'J /Jj/
Duke's job—cook's job—gardener ,f)3/Egron4%J-
groom— &<;' * ' ' ;J
Mews or palace or paper shcpy—-—t&r^s
someone gone away! .--
Each of 'em doing his country's WSrk (^s^
who'sto lo'ok after the'room?).''-B^i! ^-
Pass the hat,for your credit's *** .^-^-.-t
pay—pay—*payi..
'',V-^l,.',{.<f<j.
Let us manage so as, later, we c^L^look! ,'
.him in the face, * ' /^ ^ t^.L^
And. tell him what he'd very much prefegt—
That, while he saved, the. Empire, his.t^
employer:saved his place,
And his mates (that's you and me) looked
out for hef.
4?!*
He' s an ab s ent—minded b eggar, - and ^^Smay
forget it' all., \, / /\^
^.
But we do not want'his kiddies twr^^.n#
him..... . - ^ '^r'
That we sent 'em to*the Worldiouse *^.Jp
their daddy' haMiered'!Paul-^-- J'"*:''- '^.-^
So we'll help'the home that Tommy's ^,'
' left behind himi
The girls and wives that''Tommy'3 left
behind him! . .: .'
Cook's home—Duke's home—home of a '--y's,
millionaire-—-' ^.^%.^3
(Fifty thousand horse and foo^^^iag'3^r-!
Table Bayi)-'r . .- ^^r';?^^y3"'
Each of 'em doing his count]^^^^''B^^'^^
(and what have you got "to 'sp^egA'*'"""''''' *\
pass the hat for your.credit's'sake;aRd '
pai/--
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-payi
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. TH3JSQUTE ^AFRICAir^^j^g/Ai
,—^-^---"-'..........^'-^----' .
:- *,
COMRADES.
^^.-f #-i^ i] . [r
Comrad'es, comrades, eve*r"slnce we wore
-. boys, ''
Sharing each other's sorrows, sharing
each other's.joys^
Co^ra3.e,g^. when manhood was dawning, "*"
Faithful '^#iatever betide. \ -
And when danger threatened:,my''darling
old' e^8S?^B.e was there' by rmy side.
BOYS bF T3tE -OLD BRIGADE.
Steadily^ shoulder.to shoulder,
Steadily blade by blade,
Steady and strong, marching along,
Like the boys of the Old Brigade.
(Repeat).
N0T_ARw1t'ssUE.' -
s-$lve^: yiAt up to here,
Drink a^good' leal of it^, make a good
meal of it,
Stick '^fe yo^- old ^.fashmoned beer.
Don't ^ afraid of it, drink- till you're
* '"'made'of it,
Now altogether a cheer. '.
Up with the sale of it, down with a pail
"of 4^"
GloriousS gl-q^ious beer! '
Come^G^me'^ c#ie and make eyes at me,
Down at^he old Bull and Bush,-*
Come, ce^aa, drink some port wine with me,
Down at th^^d Bull and Bush.
Hear the little German band—ta—ra—ra—rra.
Just let me hold your hand dearrr-—
Come, cogip, coyaa and have" a drink or two,
Down at the,old)'Bull. and Bush—Bush—Bush.
- . 1 W^IO GO HOME... -
I wam^t to/go home, I wan!t to go home,
Where^the-pbii-poms and maxims and mausers
<3rom't roar.
I don^t waht'^o.go on the trek any more,
I wan't to go back to Aussie,
Where Johnny Boer won't"'catch me.
Oh my% I don't-wan't to die,
I wari^t 'to go '3$
'B^VE-mELL.
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Goodbye, my Blue Bell, farewell to you,
One last fond look into your eyes of blue.
Mids't camp-fires gleaming, mids't'shot
^ and shell,
I will be dreaming of my own Blue Bell.
SONS OF THE SF^
Sons o^ the SeaJ All British-born!!( , ,
Sailing every ocem, laughing foes'tb!'
scorn; ' ' <!
They may build their ships my 'lA3.s,ahq.S
think they know the. game, , ; < ., ly
But they can't build boys of the bullr-dog
breed, who. made old England,' s, name^ (
THE SOLDIERS; OF TEE' QUEEN...
Britons once did loyally declaim^-
About the Tsray we ruled the waves^
Ev'ry Briton's song was just the sam'e, ,
When singing of our soldier brav-^s^ * ,',,'
All the Vfbrld had heard it, .won^er'&'-wty*
we sang, , "'
And some have learn'd the reaso-n *vhy,
But we're forgetting it, and v?e're letting
it, ,' ..;"
Fade away and gradually die, <.
Fade away and gradually die;*
So when we say that England,'s master,
Remember who has made her so.,
Chorus t ^
It's the Soldiers of the Queen, my lads,
Who've been my lads, who've seen a^^l^ds,
In the fight for England's glory, lads*^ '
When* we've had to show them what we mearu
And when we say we've always.won, '
And when they ask us how it's done;
We'll proudly'point to ev'ryone <'*
Of England's Soldiers of the Queeni Ifs.
the'Queen.
* DOLLY GRAY. , - 'l ' J- -
Good-bye, Dolly, I must leave y$%y'
Tho' it breaks my heart to go,
Something tells me I am needed,
At the front to fight the foe.
S,Qe the soldi-er boys- are marching,
And I can no -longer $tey, ,. '*:
Hark! I hear'tlie' bugle'call^g^
- -&6od-bye, D3Kly Gr#!^ ^., /J
BREAK THE HEWS T^. KOTSSR.
Ju&t Jbr'eak the news to-^Sther, /<
She knows how dear I love her,
And tell her not to wait for me,
For I'me not coming home; ..
Just ,say there is no other!.;
Can ta?<ef^T.e place.of Mother, *
Thon'Mss'her dear.sweet lips for'me,
Andhre^k't^he news, to her..
^' ' ' POLLY GRAY. ' :'.
&ood-T^ye,_D'oHy, I must l$ave you,
Tho' itb^el^myheart.t&go,
Something'tells me'! am needed,
At the front to fight.tha foe.
See the soldier boys are marching,
^nd I can no longer stay,
Har^: I. hear the bugle calling,
Goodby^,'Dolly Gray;
/^
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.SJSTER.
Sister*, my* liittle sister, whisper a
#ond 'goodbye,
Soon.'I^.l:b^jfeturning, so, little
gir^g-y<$3&^H&st not cry. '
Fighting for home and be'auty I ^will
for glory try;
Kiss me, doling sister, and for the
' last ti^e's-ay ''Goodbye."
- H& ^ ^LA3. .^, *. -
'Tis ^^ ^^rrs^rfs down trodden, '
Nor ^et %^tR; craven slaves^..!.: J
That the fbe must account who. .dares
-.. **" give affront, .'
3?o the flag that o'er us waves.
But withmeii; free, bold and fearless,
United heart in hand,
To guar<jt; ^he h^gqour and the fame
Of th<§t^flagrof ^he Motherland.
^ ^ ^/'?' ,
\ ^ . ^^<^^horus ;:
Of tha Waye, old British flag,my boys,
The/d^^-olA" British flag;
Though we ^ell apart, we are one
in heart,
And we'll fight for the Grand Old
Flag.
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^^y^you heard<^h^ talk of foreign p-dwJ^s,
building ships increasingly,
Do you know they watch this Isle of ours?
Watch .their, ahance unceasingly? **
Have you heard the milliois they wilh s'pend
Strengthening their fleets,- and why?,
They imagine they can break or bend.J - '
The: nation that has often mau.e thepiJyiy.
But one thing we possess they forget ,*^they"
.forget, . ^ '\
The lads in blue they've met, often ma^ '
- often met;. ^ n
Chorus.
Sons of the Sea, all British bom^
!i
Sailing eV''ry ocean,: laughing foes to scom^
They may build their ships iry ladtr, and
think they know the game, , ^ ,^r-
But they can't build the boys of tha^i
'bull-dog oreed, ''* '^ '-
Hho made Old England's name, , '^ '" *^ *
Do you know they threaten to combine.
Three to one's their bravery? ., , ^M.
Do you know they'd like to sweep the"brin#;
Bind us lads in slavery? steejt,
Haveyou heard they think., that plates of
Plates of steel and-guns will do?
But we know 'twas British hearts of <3^k
In every battle pulled us safely throught
For one thing.we possess.,,. they f 3*?get, ''t'h^y
'' ''^^OTge'!:^ *- *i^ _').*"
The lads in'blue they've met, often'me^*,' *
' often met. ''., '/
' Chorus. Sons*Bf.^#JK;^
If they'd lenow why Britons rule the waves^ ^*
If they 'd ^solve ' the iqystery,
If they'd know the deeds of Britain!s.-braves,
Letthem read their history. .^.^".:.
Let them search the bottom of the seas-r-r'. .
Where their battered hulks nowllie, "J "\
Le^ them build thei^ puny ships of wa^-, .^,'<
We build men prepared to do or di-e.V}„' ^/. *
There's one thing we possess, ^h^v'^gM^t^-
they forget, - *"-"<"^..'rj
.The'lads in.blue they've met, often met,
'.often met,
Sons;\{d# the ^e^'^
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DO YOU-RE!m^K.
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'" x 30 YEARS....._A$0' b^#OUTB la^A,.. r^'
" ' - (w.J.Rob'in^on),-__^'"
\/.' ^.--^. ^'-/r^q^t.r<^
In these hard times 'tis good to meet and
talk about the Veldt,
Real good to hear old cobbers'ask*each *
^ other how.they-felt, ' '
'Tis fi^e to note ;the:.;friendly smile and
tQ^-feel the hearty grip., r ' '
Of paid you've not. seen for a.while, not
"* -,^Ince you left.the.'-ship.;' ..'
To'talk aboljt the good old .times you had
- } with. Johnny; B.oer,
And 'skitg about the many ways you stoushed
-^hin on the jaw.
And how about those "binkum Kanga" feathers
in your hats?
I'm sure.you all feel crummy .when you think
-^aboHA-'the chats, -, ' *.
Some,hc^w-j.t makes you young again^ .i'trhelps.
^ ". -^ #Ye you pep, .-'' ., - . .....
'Tig "something 'like a.marching strain, you
" -*want to keep the step, *
And-then again you cast a thought back to
,-'a lonely plain,
You_sfgh^ a4d think of cobbers you will'.
^ neyar see again. .-::;.. :.--
As their pals, you should remember,, it. has
^3^e#_2&.ustralia's loss.,
They ars_o^t,;there in the silence, ..on the
Ve-ldt^^. rode across. --..;
^ "$HB^EB, WHITE, AND BLUR.
Oh, 3rit&ini*a,^'/the gem of .the ocean,-
The home of the brave and the.free;
.The shrine of. each patriot's devotion,
A worl&'"offers nom^e .to thee^ ; ;. .
Thy mandates' make heroes assemble, ^
When Liberty's form stands.in view; . -.;._
Thy banners make tyranny tremble \ -
When bojm§ byfthe red, white, and blue*:
<-' - Chorus . \
?Jhen_bameb^"the red^ white;, and blue ,.y
ITheitbhrh&^ythe red, white,: and blue,-;.
.Thy b-ann*era make tyranny tremble, ^
When"*b,oma by the red,, .white^ and blue.
RIN8-S6W* TE^ CIRTAIN,^ I CAN'T-^ SING TONIGHT..
Ring down the curtain, I can't sing tonight,
My heart is breaking amid all this light;
My little one^s. dyingy-ay pride"*and delight,
So r^ng'-down ^M* Qurt^n? I can't- sing
''. '. ^ tonight,^ ' ' "I' " "**-"
THE^F^GHTING NAVY. . -
-_ ^—t^r^r—^—**** . -*""^
^r^ea^s) agqf^-nhen fighting for our( Country,
t3PJrH!sh T^rg^ave met their manyj^es,
How Jack fought in victories dearly bought,
Our History plainly shows.
What, they did in glorious lays qf\N&lson,
England still can do. - , ,
Hearts of oak &hat scorn the fpre^gn yoke
Our old song still holds true.- ^
Why in our glory do we tower?
What is the secret of our"power? -,'**
Chorus ., _ ' ,_ ' „
It's the Navy, the fighting Navy, ' -'<
That keeps our foes at bay, \ , ^- ,'
Our old, song "Britannia rules' t'he^wawg."
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We.still can sing today. ,.''
'we've got. a Navy', a fighting N#vy
Our. neighbour's knov; that's true,
For it keeps^ them in their place
When they'know they've got to face
The lively little* lads in Navy*l&lue..:--,
JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE ^0THER/ -
Just before the;.bat tie, Mother, I'-am*.
thinking most of you, ^ -'
While up'bn the"field we're w^t^Mng-; '*
with the enemy' in view. ^' ",'
Comrades-brave-around me lying, filled
vdth thoughts cf Home and God,
For well they knew that on the morrcw,
some will sleep beneath the sod.
Chorus
Farewell, Mother, you may never--pfesjs me
to you heart again, ^\ - / * -'
But^ oh! you'll not forget me,jMotrher.,
If l!me numbered with the -slain; -"* '
RULE BRITANNIA. -.', *-
When Britain first at heaven's command-
ArosQ from out the azure main,
. Arose, arose, arose from out the azure main.
This was the charter,the charter of the land
And guardian angels sang this strain.
Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves,
Britons never never never shall be. slaves.
....,,,,-, , - "SAEKA BONNA". .7 ^Asjl'
Come, fill your glass,Old Comrade, and
let our tales repeat,
The. time is slipping past, you know,
beneath-our very feet,;*
-?We meet on^Q more,'-Old Coiiirade, so shout
*' * ^ Hip,Hip, Hodrahi ' /
)'01d Soldiers,dear *0-lgr Comrade, Never Die
butfyada'Awayr,-'''
" ** . "'*.- '--'' ,',^.W' V ^-?" . ;-- "- '" '
**'- "All Old' Comrades 'i^io Carved in the South
' African T^ar, 169?—1%2.......
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Moth^r^^^-Motherland i^#^
'"? (*3^y your"'sons ^'
^ave c^&3
^f^.^^ S_J '-!^^^^? '--'-St <^"S . ^) ' '^- ' !
*^Sy -'''^W?*'-' *^^^^lTONSir.^T&5^^0ME J (WlJtjDicMnson)
^^^C^lr^&S^^^F^he ,^^d^3l'ti]Li!EiL':'lo^#/S^
,^^r
And f^rom^very corner of'-^h^earth, they^'^.g$%^s ne^er slBrink
from the Shade
rush to man your guns;
Staunch and true, staunch and true, has
Australia ever been,
We wAl fig# for our dear old Motherland,
land a3S^ dear Mother-Queen.
' '$.'%Chorus... ,. ; ^
By your sldQ'^ytralia takes her place,
By your S3sde yo$t;r fcemen we. will face;
&lorie&^o\be^wRn—there are deeds to do
i a&^dare,' . .
And whe^ey^^he British bull-dog goes,
Austral''a will be'there.
Motherland, Lotherland, the' your Sons
hp.ve^^c^osg^d ,the sea,
They hav^"^py^3*"4fhe Empire in your name,
gr,e§j^.j^l#^o^s and free;
Plant 't^e^^^^^lant the flag, let the
waF^llm^(yyi.'s our dream,'
To neveA n'ever'^st until, our Empire
{ ig\S^p^eme. (Chorus)
- '. ^ !
Aglorirou^ vAsHdn I can see, that thrills
my^es&^^iwith prid-e-r— ..... - .... ..
Our Mother—Queen surrounded, by her Sons
on every side.
The nigli4w5^h,. Scotch and Welsh, and
-with?^^)^^%nd in hand,
Her stal'^^gj^M^. from o'er the seas, who
tl^rS/A^Motherland, (Chorus)
gAn^. - ' : ,
What c^^^^qA Country lads, 'tis Empire
""""jgg otuy creed,
Our proud^t#5ast, our parent stock, the.
*'' graE^^&Brl'tish breed. ' :.-
We're *kinsman-.$yue, thrb'.thick and thin,
unheeding foemen's brag,
One land, ^^^, language, one great Queen,
3.s old. Flag,- (Chorus)
By your
By yous^
G-lories^A
'M
And wlaM^vof
alia takes her place,
foomen we will face;
-there are deeds to do
British Standard Waves,
Australia*-"will be there i
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and dark.
Shoulder to shoulder-, true comrades ii^^^riis,
.We can'defy cruel wars dread alaims.^'Y
Fling the old ensign out free *^o t^e iTSE>,
Britons strike home though tha4 ^^^^^e^
the last. ' "'' .w?%V
At our- approach the oppressor s2j^all/ f ^^i! '
Slaves are unfettered and are ali^et^Heas, *
Thou^^h the black cannon shall fla^EL ia^qw ^
face *. "s ;'^.^
Dealing out slaughter, fear naught? Bt^t
disgrace. j^j;
Britons we are' when oppression shat!$L, ccnae*^/
Britons strike heavy, and Britons'&t?rike ^*
home.
Britannia in armis-shall rise in he-%^ig:ijS8?
Cower, ye tyrants, for freedom w^^fght^-^
Foes tremble all when'-"the lion si&^Qjr^@gj
Soon shall his mane be all dabbl^,^31y*r;i\
gore. . UU^F-^
Britain triumphant' o'er all shallW<9com&:! i
Britons strike heavy," and BritonsDs^rik&)y
home. w
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Britannia, queen of the land and the sea,
Fear of the tyrant and boast of the__free,
Ready her sons' when the cannon sha^t^glow,
Loyal all prove when beset by th_e fde^\^.^
Here from Australia borne o'er t&pj^^g-:
' foam ^?A'S
Come we to aid^ so* like Britons str^e ^ome.
)/^.
Britons strike home, Britons strike home^"^h
Britons strike heavy, and Britons
strike home.
OLD ENGLAND AH) TEE NEW. ' (Chor-is)^
If we have to go to war, then cheerfujH^A)
we'11. go. - ' #%A4J&
No matter* what the number or g^^^igi'^^t'fy"*''
-the.foe,...!.-.. //^^L^.-^
Let them try their'best to bea^--^
They'll have their work to do,
We'll show the wqrld 'twill have to fight
Old .England aS^the N^. f*^l
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ELANDS RI^ER^ (Cont
!?ett?^four long Tiontih^^K- BoeyrhHYAa , ^^J*^§y^call^u&^4o
surrender; ^nA't^^y
-j'B^Eed the littla^ewn; ^ ^^^^^"^-^&'^let tbhe^J cannon la,^, s'
1'^
\Foy'four long monthsiheir cannoR^r
'' ro*ared——
The fl^ would not .come. dean.
The flag would not come down at call.,
<But.flaunted in the. air.;.
,TM e-{^ctle-flag—-Imperial-—
W6td^a.qt surrender there.
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T'h^y.,yT,^e^ the game in manner grand,
In'day's of:f dearth and dule; '"'.'.,'"
Th^y )lun.e.hed on half a "biscuit, and
Th^y ^ined\on roasted mule..
These^aunt, gay.heroes played their
/^ ""* *- ' *' parts,
With spsde and rifle wrought, '.
And, when grim hunger gnawed their ,
- , hearts,
Drew ^ theiy belts——and fought!
^'^ lot tbhe^iJ. cannon lag,
^-^^eo-^They offered-us our freedom for tht-
st^iking of the flag;
Army stores were tnere m moundgy
Worth one hundred thousand pound's,
And we lay, battered,, round th^m,beb.ijid
trench, and s,conoe, and crag,
But we sent the answer m, ' * **
They, could take wha*i* ^h^ could,
We hadn't come-five thousand mi^.e^'
fly the coward's rag.
!$ RIVEIt.
It s3H*as\qn 'the* fourth of August, as five
Aundyed of us Lay . .. *
In^'t^e eaias, at Elands'River,, came a shell
/', fy,QiR\Je LaRey. ' . '
We were dreaming of 'home faces,
Of the oil familiar, places,
And the^gu!3h-,t;rces, and the sunny plains
ftye ^t^usand miles away.
3u.^ th^j,challenge woke and. found us,
With f^n thousand rifles, round us,
And Dea^hjS^G'od lathing at us, at the
'^A real:ing'of the da^7-.. .
! \ r - -' -
We tjo,^ the Maxims going, and the field
"^ gwn'inio place, ' ' -: --'
She stilled the growling of a Krupp- -
upon ou^ southern face;
Round the crimson, ring of. tattle
Sw^tly r^g the deadly rattle - -
As our^ rifles searched the fore lines .....
T!&t^'a,%esperate.menace. y ,
vSM> -would wish himself a?;ay, : :-'
^fht?.ng in our ranks, that, day,
Foy'^^'^ory of Australia and the
^ ho'naur of the race?
- !. (Cont).
d^me
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We saw the guns of Carriigton
.and fall..away^
We saw the ranks of Kitchener
kopje grey;
For the sun was shining bhc^
Upon twenty thousand me^i,
And we .laughed, because, we knew*, jn spibe
of hell—fire and'del^y, ^ '*^-
On Australia's page forever i
We had written Elands Riv6r, i
We had written it forever and) a^.^^""" \
AN3-L0-B0ER *<HR.. j
Ytfhen England with the Bo,ers .war vraged,
And news was flashed to Australs shores;
Ai'Lady smith, where.battle ragac^
The British had. to yield to-Boersi" ^\
Oft and again had Duller failed
The place to succour or re^ievef ^
Then squadrons from old England saiil'd,
The nation*s honour to retrieve, < ,
"Twas then .Australian blood got warr j* -
With Empire's caus$ they^d cast their lot;
They'd go the Tugela.'s 'heights to storm^ .
From British shield.wipe out the blot.
'. "LAST J?0ST*; ^,.
May their ^rest be never failing, -"\' "-
For their' hearts were' ever true^ ^.^ s _ **\\
And, perchance, their spirit^ ho^%J3^H,
we sing; " r ', .*^'
May their name be golden writtenJ"
Seep their memory staunch with you,
' As man, as friend, as brother, each
wa^ kingly %":'.\
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of the Officer)
"Well, Digger! How did you enjoy the run?"
Digger:—
"Run? G-or' strike me, I thought you said RUM!"
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'WA IF
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YOU AUSTRALIAN -MOTHERS,..
(Richard Lindo^s greatj^oetic tribute to you Australian Mothers).
He went without a murmur —
You did not bid him stay;
Although you knew the price that you
Aad he might have to pay.
Now ho has gone for ever
You would not have it said
An Australian Mother ?rhimpered
Because her son was dead.
He won his Cross in Flanders—
how proud you were that day;
Your eyes were bright as though the light
Of Heaven shed its ray.
There's another cross in Flanders
'Where he is laid to rest,
But only tears can tarnish
His Cross upon your breast.
Not yours the joy of battle,—-
Only the griefs and. fears;
But the hero is grave of the son you gave
Is wet by a Nations tears.
Ye afflicted Tf'omen of Australis^
No more misunderstood—
Your sacrifice shall ever be
As a crown of Motherhood.
(The above was kindly supplied by Ed. E.Ford)
The Australian Sundowner and must not be
given in theatres or music halls Yd.th.out
written permission).
THE TRAGEDY
The cow stood on the tra mway track,
The driver rang the bell
But the silly creature turned her back,
And heeded not his yell.
The driver strove to stop the tram,
But the bra kea went wrong somehow,
There came a crash, an awful s mash,
And the air was full of cow.
The bones and hoofs and horns and hair
Were scattered in a flash;
Some here, some there, some everywhere,
It was an awful smash*
One teat fell on an old maid*s lap,
The sight her bosomem thrilled?
She cried aloud to all the crowd,
"Good God: the guard is killed."
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The skies that arched his land were b.lue,
His bush-bom winds were warm and sweet,
And yet from earliest hours he knew
The tideof victor^r" and defeat;
From fierce floods thundering at Ins birt'j.,
From red droughts ravening while he played,
He learned to fear no foes on "earth---
"The bravest thing'God ever made:*' '
The bugles of the Motherland ,.';.r
Ran^ ceaselessly across the sea,
To coll j.n ard his lean brown band
Tt shape Imperial destiny;
He went,, by youth's grave;pp.rppse. willed, ,-.
Tne ^oal unkno"in, the cost; unWeighed,.
The promise 01 1 is blood fulfilled-^—
"The bravest thm^ God ever made:";...'.
We ^now—it is our deathless jpride!:—--. ..,.=.
^he splerdour of his first fierce, .blow;
How, reckless, glorious ^.undenied,'.,- , - . - ..
He stormed those steel—lined^Gliffs we;know:
And none who saw him scale the, height
.Behind his reeking bayonet—blade ...._'. ..,;"..
Would rob him of his title—rightr——
''The bravest thing God ever made:.", ....
Bravest, where half a world of men .
Are brave beyond all earth's rewards,
So stoutly none shall charge again
Till the last breaking of the swords;
Wounded or hale, won home from war,
Or yonder by the Lone Fine laid,
Give Mm his due for evermore--- -
"The bravest thing God ever made:".
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It^^the spell tha't^^uirs the <j&5c&
^when marching palls, -'- ^ -r<^ t-
Its the charm that covers league on
muddgr league,
Its the trimming that we wear with
overalls,
When'W're slopping with the' bucket at ,
' ^ - fatigae ;
It*3\&h.&}p:ray'er that mM^es the soldier's
: < ^' spirit strong,
And %he snulet he wears upon his breast-
Just 'to scoff at dull endeavour with a
song,
For ini,,song the soldier's soul is manifest.
It was "Desert Sands" ?re sang when we .
- ., were green " .
(Oh M^ia^,sands were anything hut cold:)
When.the. Bedouin and craftier Caireme
Wtgf^Jwi^with wiles of a,ges manifold;
T7e s^ng/and swore and sinned with such.,
"' ',' '' as these,
Tillj'We'ocui4ered. other ways and other men
On oiM's^all neck of land *oetween-the seas
(^ tpaght the world the songs we chanted
/', ' , ' theii:).
The worlds ,aYte mostly shaped by'.limping
' -chance,
And 1^h# .jesting tune may rattle like a 'bus,
But it trl^saets scorn of Time and
-- ; , ! ^- Circuctstance,
As wQ-tyamp ttle greasy road with Orpheus;
It H!nk% 'the breaking squadron under fire,
It puj^s, ^he cursing column from the rut,
It voices scorn of Death and vain desire^
To the Colonel or the regimental slut.
And it^s'"Take me back to Dixie" here
,y ' -' in France.
(Oh, ^lere^^tever was a Dixie like the South):
-^-jg^^ve i3o&<M. with tune the t^pid^'
*-^= TurHsh r.igh*t*f**
Rouen has echoed back *'Au&tr?lia Fair^"
We've yelled the songs of Brisbane
and the Bight '/ '
Along the pitted streets of'PpZler-as;
Their voice is wrath and mirtl%;an<3.'
cleanly hate, - '*', ", -'
Forgetfulness and keen TemembyBRC^-bpth,
They are bombs we lift and flii^g^aA \
froT^ard Fate'*" \', 1 ;
(And we fuse them %?ith a hpt ,!,' i <';, ,
A-ostr.ili^rt' bkM:)f
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And it's "Boys of Anzac" whoni'we x^&p
' the bag'g'^ :--*
(Oh, that' s tlieir,.barrage-f ire that
: ^ drops behind^),
Athwart the gaps their flattened s?ire
sagr;,
The shouting charge spills forward,
battle-blind; <
And when to blackened vine s and ' ^
ragged wal^s,'.
We win through splintered steel ar-d
shrinking flesh, .._
The swaddles drop to breathe, the'*
trumpet calls,.
And we sing them up to dig the line
... afre*shy
They are tunes that know no* glifb "
harmonic rtJ.e," ,
And their ancestry concerns us no^ at all,
For we've,conned them in a kindergarten-
school, ' '
And we've hummed them in a Sydney
music-hall,
They've the loneliness that dr.aws^the
soul apart, r*" *'
And* the shame that bids the husky ,
laughter rise'
And* t^e pnsio is the ghost of old Romance, ' With a jest for
something tightened"
And^th# memory of kisses on the mouth;
round the heart,
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It ^ip%QS^and gain and torment, it is truth, And a blasphemy for
tears with,in^the
It i^ Tiae^-unto the flesh and spirit spent,
The #eer TjPhpse counsel stands forever sooth,
And the whip whose thong can drive
environment.
eyes.
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And it's -^Eresk the yews to lio'therj*
when we dr<yp * -'' 7" -
(Oh, gently in the jumble where you
tread:)
IThen. Earth and Heaven roar and reel
, - \ and atop,
And th& dirty khaki blots with cleaner
red;
Though 'Ghe bugles blare thjir grieving
to the sly,
And' the fulsome ink of sorrc.7 choke- the
pen,
The- ?<?ng w^ taught you s?.all you knew
. ns by,
I!ho were sfngers of the Melody of Men:
THE SOLDIER'S OTHERS. -
- - "* * (Tom King)
Mothers, you The wait in aagtiah,
-li?atck with dread for news each day,
Bhi*&e—taced mothers, worn with 7eeping,
Think of one thing when you pray.
God has known your boy since childhood^
Guarded, loved, him day by day,-- }'
<Tould he leave nim just when duty
Jailed him irom his home away? ,-
He who knows his country needs -him,
He your boy, mho -longed to f.jght^
For :bhe sake of those who suffer
Win be precious ir God^s sight.
FEDERATION.
Clii-liam Gay)
From- a.ll division let our land be free,
For God has made, her one: complete
she lies
Within,the unbroken circle of the skies,
And roAnd her, indivisible, the sea
freaks .on ner single shore; while only we,
Her foster children, bound with sacred ties
Of one dear blood,.one storied enterprise,
Are-negligent of her integrity.---
Her seamless garment, at great Mannon's nod
Vith han^s unfilial we have basely rent,
^$,th yett'y variance our souls are spent,
"An4'ane.iqnt kinship underfoot is trod:
0 let us"%Lse, united, penitent,
And be one people,'—mighty, strvi: * God:
TO MY DIGGER PAL.
Does anyone know, does anyone care?
Where yeu go or how you fare?
Sheth'sr. you smile or whether you sigh?
Phether you laugh or whether you cry?
Glad when'you're happy?
Sad'when yoti^re blue?
Does anyone care what becomes of you?
I do.,-old Digger Pal, I'1.1 say I do.
Living, wounded, dead, or missing,
Face the words-—one nust be true,^'-
Through your prayers ba very certain,
God is with him---and with you*
EIGHTEEN YEARS TODAY. "1
(Gwenda Da#ies)-'
"Tell me why you're dreaming,, 'DsMdy,,'* ^'
Said my little son to me, ' :'- **-
So I told Mm all about it, [ .'* ... .
As he set upon my knee. :
I told him of that Sunday morn^ .*-
'Twas eighteen years today,'*-
'When the men of Australasia,
Joined the mighty fray.
'How they landel en that Foreign shore,
And fought that gallant fi ght,
Of -how they nobly won the day,* '
And put the Turks to flight„
We saw the cliffs before us,.*
To be scaled 'mid shot and sheLl,
And our comr-ides fell arourd Uj&s^- !
I remember it---so well. * -, -
There are some who '.11 sleep forever
On a hill that's called Lone Pine.
And the twenty-fifth of April < ,
Will be famous for all time.
And so to keep their memory green, *-
We march each Anz.ac Day, - - . *
To pay tribute to those Heroes,- . *
Who gave their lives that day!. ,- ^.' < -_
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fj, Alez^An^J.
-^Eiasryifrtere these ^uc+?aMan 5pMt4?s^M^no?Sr^? their
c^TSyact^ristic^ats.'"
Oh, it '^sn'!; got no roll3y-brin, it 'gho^ '
no *3hin/ jr'arj,
Ar' it don't s*Qort fancy rihban—just a
veather-beated sa".ip; ,'
1^ ne^er sw.anl-:ed around the. Block to give
the girls a broab;
It ain't the hind of rdfty lid they'd y .^
^tend,tR uc.Hns Street;'
It's no thin' Tike the yuip:!n'-jack you
7ear ?ith evenir.' drc^s;
It 7?a^ never foaled bf Uoo(.ro%i^ an' it
never ^eard of Tres^;
You rrould-'t cal.' i Just the juicy onion
fo" She play
Fo" '"he thiig to 'ook c clue vath on the.
bridge oi 'Inl^y D^y:
lt'd'^e^^ejlirhoiplirent to call :?t
- 'o^^y b-^crn,
But M^n .^h' s'.de'n cocked up 'andsome,
jy^$& ^t '.^^'t 'angin' do'.7n:
It '%$" s.e^^a ibrough forty clirnates up
^^ ((/'Jin^wpod to Leith,
An'- 4^ fits i i-' frosty dial that is
^t^n^''tnd6.-neath;
It^ ^toxyped a hrace of bullets (it 'aB
also rripse5 a few)-—
It^s ny 'i:gy, dinkus cobber (for I've
<' ne*'e" liked 'em noo:)
So yjt, i'J '17% an\ never think a bloke
" .J.^F g^t rat
7^#he'Js^s, ''1 love yer" like, I do
< (J& old
^
brovm
^at:
7^e #^S/ell -md al.l in Cairo,.*?kero..our
no' iens o" hhe la?/
Was irostly m^ote ^ith knuckles on the
pcwlat'on's ja,w;'
^n' sQTyLn' up one .evenln'---^-there vras
. ^'thre& ^f us,: an', gay---- ; .
% b^Apel " dirty nigger.in a dirty
/ . , '^dley-way,
'^ ^'lung,opinions, round -im %?ith a
thockin' lr^.s: of tone,
%e I 'anded 'irr a 'efty one aerost the
-^'gay-hone;
'B pul.led a knife, an' yelled, -an' then,
with tventy seconds gone,
The, fahhur tuid* the mother of a^Loonin?
mix was on^ , ^y^
Was ^7c& back to vail, a^' dicky, till
cone cobbers *ooK a s are—*
An* t^e sight of oi^ oJd '^t-brirnswas
th^ uinny tl*ac h of^ht en there':
An', onlr fo^ -ret' ntin' ap the Mao
cone ^ur ^p' no m,
For f-j.s Scar apo^j. i ^ ^rouider f!d a'
'?ore i aigpi ' i cro^ni.
I was 'a"^. a.i jnch frcr 'eaveiP—--t^g"
t^^, CUh U3(.n LhL 17 3.^1—
So l^l*! keep it, a ^c ^nt^, tHl I sing
ry artin- 'yim: .. '
T113 t,ie lef^ of "i r^ 'a& feinted ca^^
'i**; ri°tt 'ac hiife'l ^r ^lat^
An' fcr t a"c *"ft^Y ^rd&--
ke old - ''
- 'br-OTf'p.. . . '- '
' ai. i
I took it out to Ansae, which.$- 6co^y
'uaped it from, 1-, , *
An' 1 v/ore it for a diadem i-tw^.u^tterin'
to the Soiiiice. ' '" ' -., -
life found a f?.'ont-line sector*-* an- 7^'*
'adn't 'ardly come ^
When Fritz 'e shewed a sign w3ru.ch fe^ad;
"Australians "welcome 'orne:" '^
?^e wasn't-niit' to disappoint, we 'ad**^
sense bf fair. .
We was grateful for "*he ^elec^e—ar' i e
'ended hack oar share,
Oh, v,-e dealt ''.m ^eor an- plenty "an'
I think e' under^tTids * ^
There^s other upas for ^o'jr do^ s acayt
from shaiL^n" '-yds; ' '"'^ ^
For -je served Yrstf-aL3an cocktait \^n''
the cockteil 'ai a hicn)— '- ^
They was out for dingc, an^ Pjc^en, hri*/
they didn^t &et a itjck^
Oh, the'papers called us Titans (an^ it's
crook'to h(ax- the ^ane).
But. the strange, distant laL.i /e #or#^
't%vas thee thai nacLe tro name'/f ^ ,,
An' limtippin' FiitJs'T^lM^i^Qif
: pettin' of biLe fun, - ? . J **h " ^ ^
17ill .reca?.l our frri:y l^n^Mfe, j%^ Lhe
nas'^y tMrgs re a^g
When %7e -opked- 'eir on the e areola, an-
^Ry ue socked*'em T-n-=Khc sl^t^,
1§^ . _'f* '* §Fa^(Cont.)
71.
TEB . HAT" Continued)
Oh, M^ey ?;on't forget 'their in^rgA**te,.
- . The old -, .: -- '4' " .
brown . '- -
'at:
IThen a-bloke 'as 'ad a Blighty, an'. .
-'e^s fit to get about,
An''a 'int of London sunshine brings
the LoLdon titters out,
The first thing that 'e'll notice—
a"i' t*e second, too, per'aps—
13 the w^?* the glad-eye 'overs on us
khWsj.-Clobbered chaos.
For they've''seen it :.n the paper" (wMch
i^s none ain't Truthful Janes:)
That'Tre^re Gala'ads an' 'eroos, an' a
'unored other names;
An' it ain't no *ase disclaimin', for the
paper-blokes in town
The^ ?ayq made our reputation, an'
\ne'il^ave to live it down.
Oh,' a Yorkshire or a 'Ampshire or a
: baggy boy in blue
Tg^ey'',re-gdod an' all to catch a-skirt
'^<n^ acst of 'en 'as two);
B^ the^ thing that snares the optic of
the* gushin'feminine
It ain't the 'aughty Guardsman with a
'picket up 'is spine,
Or.it ain't the buddin' captain with
'!is little tooth-brush mo—
y'o&,<'^'y.e'pondered 'ardan' aft eh—you
( ^c*am anarch me.if I know
ff the thi^g that bowls 'em gentle, ah'
- that takes 'em off the bat,
Is the-lanky brown Australian, or
'Is old
brown
'at:
Qh, ,the service cap is 'andy when.a
bjLoke^i$ goin' flash,
An''the-helmet's most convenient when
, 'e^s scoff in' soup .'or 'ash;.'
But liy dimuHs shady-brimmef, you can
- take your bloomin' oath,
Is worth a ton of either or a paddock-
full of both,
Its tint may strike you silly, an' its
outline make you laugh;
LJ-rH aialt a chic .confection, or a flamin'"
* photography * ' * - '* ,.
*"' Its 'ang would send you pippy, an' its
shape would make you sore,
There's a 'ole or two about it (which
I've 'inted at before);
But it kept the, sun at Mena off my
dainty little ,'ead, , , -' ^ - '
It 'as 'eard my prayers for guidance {an
the other things I've said); ) ' ',
It 'as stood me for'apiller when i laid
medown to sleep,
ll^ien the earth; was mostly water,, an', the
mud was four-feet deep;
An' I think per'aps. this reason makes us
like them as we. do—
They are what blokes pick us out by,an'
they breathe of :'ome an' you; -
Oh, 'ome that makes me love you an'' my
heart go pitter-pat,
'Ow you'll greet me when you meet me
In the old
. brown . „ .*
- - - 'at: *^ -' ."
72.
THE GENna^?.
1 ! - - ,
A^ I stood smoking a. pipeful c^t^ ^
^ T;atchinj_ tne ^lset .glow ' ' "
Dew! in the South a^ erfont&j.n,
seventeen year ago.
Dreamin' of all the ms an;-:..outs chat
wo^ry our 'uman clay,.-,-
An'* §;iirJn' a thought to the 'Arbor-side
^ , ^hat waa 'alf a world away,
^' ^tyl^sh officer paased me "by wi^n
^ip'Chin-bone 'igh in the air,
?asse8 an''a^bed an* turned about,
c'huckin' the 'aughty share,
Looked <cio o^er from 'ead to "boots, an!
„(yjr JS3.#^c Allan.)
A.
s youi nanie, my mejif
?tt
F scyt', an' i says,. ".Bill* wnat-s your^
R'l' the bloomin' show began.
?!!
"fou'3l 'shun aiJ'salute. .when 1-mdoin'
. Tor)&d.s,"'e *.70*rds..^me
Last,"-b'.e$aus'e
1-m^'^eheA^J Blank:''. an'.^Stxlke me';dead"
^I<sa,^.'bat I thought^youwap:"; . ^\
Nt^vJ ,#4i^^g various' generals good jm' '
* ba^^ ;a*i,! ^some cnat is *alf-an'"'alf; "...
, C^b^er ypn take 'e,m .at. mess or rounds,
, p^^6a^.n' a bloomiu' strafe; \^r- *'
Il^rp'a^^ome of them ought to he :^re.ari'..'.'
*e.M,rw, an' some of them wholly man--.
3ut *6^te Pic'-: o" thp.,..field at the 'ighest
rail is the true Austrai-i-an,
Fct thai 'e'l^. tell you the same 'imself^
_-f ot jthat -e'll "let you talk.....
Ab^^i *^s doings, or blazon 'em on 'is
\\ '-.^.u^^ttt-door with chalk.
But .^^^blokes they've led ?d.th never a
. * ' !-,4nt,'"b+j, fret or funl: or fuss
^ant)g3.v^ you the oil about them ell—an'
y nh4 se f-same blokes, is us_:
For. ^§i general bred by the .Bight or
Strains, the Bay or the 'Arbor blue,
'E's something more than a general:'e's a
bloke the same as you I
I'vef'watched them -ere oi the.Flanders
yFronfb^they never 'ang their sign
' J%5. -a _oha}&bau ten oi ^ dozen miles
-b'eMAd' the fight in'-line.
He^d', ^icwyou the error in 'elf-a-tick
7 if-y<#u nailed thorn "dug-out-kirgs,"
^^-Fo'r tt-sy find the'.r mark Jn the sweat an*
mck in tne very 'eart of things:
Wilkin* to nose around ?n' learn, ready
, ^an' quick to coach
Tne things ^e-s learned to a-i-other bloke—
that is Lhe pride of each.
i^,
n ro-OMrT
^i%^in' an' te^'ti^^ !^, pok'Jr
f^i^am* the time to cnafi
An' sling a joke with the Dun^roon bo^ s
'e runs ...as -'is working--sLa*^f.
'5. thinks of 'rnself an'' safety le^t; 'j:! 11
risk ^imself to look.
To the clerks an;-runners an' batmeii,too—
an' 'e don^t forget the cook, . ,
SE-U push 'is way to the farnhe&L po^t
when 'e fears ;a flank reverse,
^E'll work all night, when. the g&^d -ih^ks
bad, or the..bad!s shcTJin'.^W&'e: ,
Cribbin' a yard. by. the left or rignti ,'
schoolin'.the scrappy fi^e, ' <-
Settin' the .'.ole division, ^t^ai^ht tt' the
end of e,.s.peal:in^.-.wiro;
Screwing the sappin' parties up 'wheii *bhe
barrage c.l'.ucF*.s the dirt^ Jh
Sparin^ a' eye for the stretcher^oes,3.*''
a, wcr" f jr c ic maimed or 'cr ;
Weary an* a^gard, but *aigj.n^ on^ when
thi gs u lock^n' bla^k,
Couhtir' t^e runners che^ ^tag^#^ i^^T.*
the^ that don!+ come bi,ck—^-" *^*
'E'.s abunoj^-tfai an^ ^ -^io^c^"%p&*'an'
a saLa.iai.u.er, tno' *' , ",
But 'e'J t^"T you o-f i^ yoa ^nld 'i^ so--
'e's a blckc ,he saie rs yoi3.; *'
Oh, 'o nakes a 'ocby of runnin' ?i^^,an^
you wouldn't gi*"*e a bY^ovn <us'«
For 'is Jife -ynen 'e lays on uhe sand^tg-
tops till the snipers send 'im dowj
I'd -jve grabbed 'i^ an.:le ?r' pjL^ei ^ i
in, 3f I 'ad^ 'u been afraid, <* -^
When 'e's balaiiced fast en thg ^a^apet like
a tart at a dress oande, J /j' *
'Umnin an swingm' 'is lie la^8AJa.^k^an'
slugm^ 'is tongue a ureat ^^,*\<.
If thu 'cad o-f one of ^s rpnk-aan-f"3,^e_
bobbed up on 'is workin'-oeat^ * -
'E schoo s 'is non **ike a pac^. of jd.^s,ai'
it gives 'im the fiamin' naik
If a workin' party, with tun-C3 of^ f^hows
wMte an' a' easy mark;
For 'e'll sen! *em do'"m or 'e'll nakp^-em
dress, an- e'll -over in 'andy s
Till 'e sees t!nt the cTionei%g^^^\^e
word an.' -is nen are cl,Ab^ys^ *^^M^
You-d cash you*r cheque o^-'is* Sa^TAL^ineo'
cheek, if you 'ad a oherue to CTsh.
'E'll stop:injthe open to light *is pipe:
<§$ut you woul(ti*.t cgll 'in rash,
!;f%^\ - ^ ' (Jont,)
TEE GENERALS. (Continued)
73^
Far 'e frames it all' As a put-upj-jo^r—'e -"'
:-k^o%! 'is ways ihspjLre*- ' , * ^,„, -- -_
A' -e'asy mind in 'is common swabs, an? a -- -
scorn of Fritz's :flre.
An' if 'e plays to a losin' and—well, it's
worth a bit to die
With^ever a squeak in your partin' soul,
or a blink to your glazin' eye;
To know/ though you've done your little
dash, you never ?ave done your block,
That yotAr father bred from a dinkun breed,
an' you breed to your father's stock.
Oh, 'e'U kid in the thick of the burstin'
shells, that- war's a blasted joke;
But 'e doR't consider 'e's Charleymong—-.
'e's just n 'uman bloke. .....'.-
There's twenty-six that our land 'as bore,
but a few of 'em known to fame; -
There's a bare 'alf-dozenthe world might
knQW-,..;*#en it comes, to! their rank an' name;
It's odd^'that^, meetin' them in the street
(you'll' seldom see them there),,; ,
Yqu^'d call- thorn sprigs of the; lower ten—
an' it's odds they wouldn't care;
There's'<?ae,or two that the:crowd will
.pick an^.ehuck'em:it.s best bokays,:
While^they walk, as always, deaf, an' blind
to the 'ole world's'blame or praise;
There,'s tliree or four that the.hob will 'and
a vote an*' a gilded name......
When they fit again, when the war is done,
in the' notch, from which they came.
They'wonJt be.losin' a fortnight's sleep,
tReyHl nev^r care a'jot'
If their deeds don't go in the 'istory books
(which the most of them will not:);
But wT:ien our bloomers are counted up, an'
. there's nothin' left to say,..
Ah' the things we didn't:do, an' why, are
all explained away,
An' when the jobs that we did by 'alves
(an? some of 'em pretty crook)
'Ave all be,en- settled as "strategy," an'
wrote in,a''andsome book;
When furrciy an' orchard, desk an' :farm,
'ave got them again in thrall,
When they're trainin' kids in the;barracJk—
school, cr vines on a 'omestead wall,
There's, one place where they'll be sittin'
yet in the niche their 'ands 'ave made—
TM.hearts o#::the men (the men-that's left)
*;';p^. fough%:'r&^ their .old brigade:
They are the ones 'oo p3an the job;they
are the men that E0-;
But you'd never- know they was Bonapaytes-
they're blokes the same as you: "'
(From "The Everlastin' 3allads".)
"Some people calls a Mirage a
Miraclei", said the Potato-Peeler
loftily;__'but it ain't, for I've seen
both.
"The Mirage was in the Egyptian desert-
it was only a new name for the "Jim-Jamg,"
and the "Miracle"* was in the Records Office—
'twas a dead man lookin' for work^
--. "The only man wot ever performed a
genuine miracle in recent years was the
greatest general the world 'as ever
known."
"Greater than Nero? Greater )4h.aa
Napoleon?" . - - - ^ "-
^Yoube't 'ewas! Theydestroyedyb^t
'e built up. '- - '
"His name was General Booth, and *e, '
made wimmen wear ^hats twenty years, behind
the times-—and love doin' it.
"A Great -General with a Great Religion
wots earned the -respect of every decent
man. When the rest of the Padres fall in
behind *'im, there'll be a crush onthe
Narrer Way,"
[),' '.
^t!
<in, <
]Mt i
i^-k^;
A Great General with a Great Religion wots-
earned the respect of every decent man".
74.
'\
THE CALL. (R.J.Service)
(France, iiug^st First 1^14) 'f
.//
Far,-and nea,r,^high af}l plear,
Hark to the call of ^ar!
Over the corse anl the ^olden dells,
Ringing and swinging of clamorous bells,
1-r-aying and saying of wild farewells:
-), .--.War! War! War!
. . #
High and low, all must gol.........
Hark t.o*."the -shout of War! - .-, - .
Leave to -the women, the harvest yield;;. -
Gird ye, men, for the sinister field;
A sabre instead of a scythe to' wield:
War! ^ar! War!
Rich and poor, lord and boor, ,-'-:,''.
Hark to the blast' of "t?ar!
Tinker anl tailor and millionaire, -
Actor in^Tiumph and priest .in prayer, .
Comrades now in. the hell, out there,.,
Swaisp to the fire of War!
Frince-and page, sot and sage, -
SaT^k to the roar of War! . . '. -
I'oet, pcpfessor and circus clown,..
Chianey-^wueper and fop 0' the town,
In&o the pot and be melted down:
* Into "the po.t of War!
Women all-^ hear the call,
The* pitiless call of War! . 7
Lob^your last on your dearest ones, '
Hr^%hers onl husbands, fathers,.sons:
Swift tlie go to the ravenous guns,
^."* T.ue gluttonous guns of War.
Bve:gywiie-re thrill the air-*
The ma^i^c hell of y?ar: -
There wiILLbe. little of sleeping tonight; .
Thoru will be wailing and weeping tonight;
Death's red sickle is reaping tonight:
,<ai
<ari
War!
' - FUNK. (Rlir.Service) J. _
- - J , ;
Wheniybur marr^ibone^seem 'Aller, - ^
And you're ilad you-aiht 'no- tallef^
And you're all 'i-shakin'' like you *ad the
cnil'ls;
When your skin creeps like a pullers,
And you're duckin* all the bullets,-
And you're green as gorgonzola round the
' — / '-' "" ^ gills; -'
When 'your legs s eem made of jelly,
And you're squeamish in the belly, '
And you want to turn about and do a bunk:
For Gawd's' salce, kid, don't show it;
Don't let you're mateys know it- -—
You're just sufferin'- from funk,funk,ftml^^
Of course there !s no le^in' -,
That it aint so easy tr^'in^
To grin, and grip, your irif lp'^by. the
'"* :butt-,J/ -
When the 'ole world rips a,siinder,
.' And you sees your pal go unler,
As a bunch of:shrapnel .sprays him on the
nuA.
I admi tits' ard c ont rivin ',*--' ?
'TJhen you 'ears the shells art^y^n^-*'\.J.
To discover you've a blooming'Mt nf'spunk;
But my lad, you've got to do it^,
And your God will see you through it,
For wot 'E 'ates is funck, fLmk,, fuji^.
So stand up son, look gritty, " * '?-'
And just 'um a lively-ditty, A*-'-*
And only be afraid to.be afraid;
Just 'old your rifle steady
And 'ave'you're bay *nit rualy.
For that's the way good soldier* R^an-, is made.
And if you,.'as-t.o die, *"" ^, ^
A.s. it sometimes 'appens, wl^J'
Far better die as, !ero bhan'Rr_^kunk;
A-doln' of yer bit, "*^ y
And so — to 'ell with it, ^
There., ain't no bloomin' funk,funk,funk.,
j^'and-how often do you get leave to
Australia?" asked the inquisitive old lady.
;"- "Once every war," replied one of the
."dinkums
it the onl of it.
!t
She. "How terrible it must be to be blind"
Aassie: (Thoughtlessly): "Yes, you do feel^
terrible th^ next.morning." *
M.O.,: "How. long have you been sicRy^nian?"
Digger: "About.six weeks, sir." ^*^-<
.M.O.*: "Wiy. didn't you come to*<H*$3/;b^p^?"
'Digger! "I've been treatin^-oxy^e^f*^-?/
M.O.: What .do you moan by t^eating^yovr-
self?—thatts what I'm here'for^ That
did you treat yourself with?''
Bigger: "Ohi'I-uster<-wait outside an'
'*'ggi,ck up the pills^ that the4%lb:kes what
S.j§%^ been on Bick paro.de th#eg:away.''
TIL3 VOLUNTEER. (R.W.Servicc).
75.
Sez'H 1^ Country calls? Wall, let it call\.,'-_, -
I grins perlitely and declines with-th§nk3. .__^. -.
Go, lat .'cm plaster every,blighted wall^'*', ' '" *
'Hre'g one they don't stemipede into <thp yanks....
Then politicians with their greasy ways; "- - "
Them empire-grabb-ers—fight for 'em? No fear!
I've seen this mess a—comin' from the days
Of Algyserious and Aggydear:
I've'felt"'me passion rise and swell,
But...',.wot the 'ell Dili? Wot the 'ell?.
Scz I: My Country?.Mine? I likes their cheek.
Me nud-bespattered by the cars they drive,..
Wot makes, my measly thirty bob a week,
And sT^e^ts .red blood to keep myself alive!
THE FOOL. (R.W^SerVice) y
^, ^u,t-it isn*'t playing ^he game" he sadd,
-And he slammed-his-books a^?ay; - .
'"The Latin end Greek I've got in my.head
Will do for a duller day."'
^Rubbish!" _I cries; "the bugles* call
Isn't for^lad8''from school." .',/"
D'ye think he'd listen? Oh,^nQ-tMat*-all:
So I called him a fool, a fooL,--**.'*'
Now there is his dog by his .empty.b.ed,
Andithe flute he used to play?
And his favourite bat..but Dick he's
dead*%'
Fight for the right to slave that they may spend, Somewhere in
France, they say?
Them in their mansions,'me in my slum?
No,'let*'em fight wot's something to defend:
But mo, I've nothir,'—let the Eaiser come.
And so I cusses 'ard and well
But......wot the 'ell Bill? Wot the 'ell?
Sez I: If' thjsy would do the" decent thing,
And ^hie'ld the missis and the little. 'uns,
Why,' even I might shout-God.save ihe King,
And face the<chances of them 'ungry guns.
But we'v$ gat three, another on the way;
It's tha^ y?ot makes me snarl and set me jor:
The *K%fe* and'nippers wot df 'em I say,,
If I gets knocked out in this blasted war?
Gets proper busted by a shell,
But...;.wot, *{;he 'ell Dill?.Wot the. .'ell?
Ay, .T%ot thej'ell's the-use of allthis talk?
Today/ s3me b,bys in blue was.passih' me,
And some'"of ^am they 'ad.no legs to. walk,
And some of 'em they 'ad no eyes to see.
And—'Well I couln't look 'em in the face,
And g'c I'm goin' to declare
I'm under fortv-one and take me place
To face the music with the bunch out there:
A fool you say! Maybe you're right.
I'll 'ave no peace unless I fight.
I 've 'ceased, to think; I only know . .
Hve gqttai go Dill, gotta go!
Tommy': - "'Ay', choom, have you seen any
of the'fellows of the. West Riding about.
he?re?" '".'- '
Aussie: - ^No, but I've, seen a. tell of .
of Anzacs walking". " ;,/.
Dick with his rapture of song and sua,
Dick of the yellow hair, ' ' f-
Dick whose life had but begun,
Carrion—cold out there. . -
Look at his prizes all in a row
Surely, a hint of name.
Now he's finished with,nothing to shew:
Doesn't it seem a shame?
Look from the window! All you^ see **
Was to be his one day!: .
Forest and furrow, lawn and ^.ea% ^ - \
And he goes and chucks it away?
Chucks it away to die in the dark.
Somebody sawhim fall,
Part of him mud, part of him blood,
The rest of him — not at all.
And yet I'll bet he was never afraid,
And he.went as the best of 'em go,
For his hand was clenched on his-broken
^ . blade,
And his face was turned to the; f<3e.
And I called him a fool,..Oh blind was H
And the cup of my grief's abrim*
Will Glory o' England-ever die
So long as we 've lads like him?
So long as we've fond and fearless fools,
Who, spurning fortune and fame, ', '.
Turn out with the ralleying cry of their
schools,
Just bent on playing the game.
War bread suggest^ a new version for
a popular song.-—r*-"'Tis But a Little
Faded Flour."
fu.
?UBB1
Tu^b^ ain't no bl-oomin' angel, ** _i
Bless you, s:r, I'kn^w 'e ain't; - **
AnCl dr-nt su-opose 'e^'d-^like it
If you said 'e was a saint.
But 'e's British, is ole Tubby,
Mide of British beef and beer,
An'** I bet 'c thinks, in 'Bv'ii, . . ..-
0i7 'is"-p-als 7^ots left dahn 'ere.' . _
*Fwas killed .'last week, was Tubby,*
Kno^:e4 6ft sudden-like and flat:.
Lord, *e was a charpinn bcmber,
There -ain't any doubt on that:.
Ihet tb&re 'uns, ^awd 'elp their.fices.
Bier uyj-^ich a ^rhoppin' mine, .
J^n' our" chaps 'cppod in the crater.
Ltu.ime, br.u they .'opped.it- fine* '.
^nbby wen J along v?iv/.others,- '
T^^rer 'is bombs and-never missed;
^.es. 'e*^-;lhrown "em aAl.'e 'ollered,
CusgQl '@n<like,.and shook 'is. fist.
Back 'e ''-ays wi"'* rhells all rahnd 'im,
Bet you', by didnt care^ - .
S4y^< '^'iWants more bombs and sich-like,
As^ fie gets_ -em. then .and there,
Bap]^ 'e gops, we cheered 'im'oarsly,
Tub^yjs&^rer! to .think it fun,
L^rTe^ i^ w^s fine to watch 'im
S^ap '^ fingers .at the. .'^n.-
But 'e didn't get. much fa,rver,
Dropped '.is bombs 'e did, and thens
TheB^'w&j*^a,rd -'.im shout 'is loudest^
'*9^y^, ,i^e done^.'.'.'e shouts, "an' w'en--
',(#^is y^u writes '-cine t.o the missus...
^^^.Mr^ubby wenb 'ome gaae."
An; ^e-3.^^a.,^.ike that, did Tubby,
ShOu^in' o^t 'is Missus' name.
Yus^l bet, 'e thirds in '3v'u
(h 'is"pals v;cts left dahn 'ere.. -'-
Good ole Tubby, 'ov/ we loved yer,
1^7e shan's fail* yer. .never fear. -
^:
'STEADFAST.FRIEND
? It,ls.^g3'ol to.have wealth,
It _i# gooa to have health.
^ 'Theyrserve a useful end,
But iy yrepl or woe, the best
thing I know,
Is a true and steadfast Friend.
TXh
)
Ob3,-_lwe Lhem while th^y#[e here, ipt #.^a
"'" " " f^J^ ' - * _ -,
'Aad you 77* H neVer have ^, *7cs**rr3py
That vou regret, no momenc yoa recalt
.?her you; who had so ru.ch, lave nrt at all..
'Speak kindly when the loved are hort- to ,':
hear, . " , ;/
And ycu will ne'-ver ; look down Ho is Ion * -year
Or year of years,, and wish tha&"you hJsL
"said '
The Tmrds, that migh,t have. oheer^3_ #r
comforted,- ^ '-"-
Do little deeds, an.d learn ")o $Q them no<v,
And you will never'wi^h yoa had: s^iehbt^ '
When yours che chrsnae, for.no'^hT.ng ^ver
brings -. .
A3 great a grief as lifers neg^^it^^ "hings,
Encourage them, t]ieir battle jistr be<Eun.,
And you will never thin?^ they mJght nave
. - v;on
Had you l)ut spo'ken.s when your gentle ^yj.ch,
That seemed so little, might h'aHTeAni^ap.V so
- muchr ,'}' , 'J
. ' t
Yes, love them n,or. and ne?er le!)"l6^e wa't,
And you heed neve,r sigh "It is jon late^'^
Do little deeds, say wha!: you ha/€ ta^pay—
Oh, love'them while theyf^o here^ no^'.*#.m.
:: ; .away.
' ' ; TIC 30'iEOfP'A.B
- ^
Here'.s.to the ft-ieno, ^ith tae amX.j^i{n^
who ad.ds some Toice to t.ie co mj^p^^ee
Who polishes up the dill old hyt,^-^
T3io plucks the thistles ard p'ants the
Just the Everyday Friend' %?ith the
r Everyday SmUe, ^.
^*ho malces -the con?lonplace task?
n"or-,hjShi!>'
'^A Tom^- offioer walrtn^ throu#^^Rrs-
Bretoneux pulled UT a ligg^Y^^g agge& ;r a
haw-haw tone, -Ha, tit^ nar.)y-T%c'a^J-'ycu, .
what'!'' The jigger sinfted hi a fag ana -
drawled. 'I^e"one -of thobe——-who ral, this
p&ce YiTlers-brQtoiJ-ex''^ ^"K?<
77^
THE AUSTR^ULiAN Y<AY.
(J. Alex. Allan)
#
"The gameness of these Australian troops who have followed
immediately on the
heels^of the Germans fairly warms your heart. On Thursday, below
Bapaume, an Australian
came walking in across country, over the grass of a paddock;
stepping quickly. He might
have been one of the hands on a farm at home hurrying back from
work to tea...Presently,
his message delivered, off he went back the same track
without.fuss and without orders,
just doing Australia's work in the old Australian Yifay:"
Official Press Representative' Bean, from France, 19/3/'17*
As I came southward from burned Bapaume,
over the meadow grass,
A chap with a note-book 'opped aside,
waitin' to let me pass.
"'Day to you, Sydney" 'e says to me, an'
I says to 'im short,, "Good-day:..
I'm doin' a bit of a'j-o^'for .'Aig, 'in the
old Australian way."
"'Urryin' like:" 'e say's again; an' I says
to 'im,* "Struck it, Steve:
I'd sooner walk than I'd. talk".I says, ah'
'e saw the bars on my sleeve; . .
An' over my shoulder, as' on I. swung,takin'
a final look)
I see 'im suckin' 'is pencil soft, an'
.makin' notes in '.'Is book; .
An' mixing in with the C.O's. message,
stowed in my brain away,
A jingle joined with my trampin' feet, in
a tune that 'ad come to stay:
"Carry on, cobber:"
(It-says to me) ^
"in the-old Australian way:"
There' s some of us come from the.cattle-
lands, an' some from the 'arrow's tail,
An' some 'ave served in a dry—goods shop,
an' others 'ave served in jail:
There's race'orse' owners an' pigeon-shots,
an' blokes from the. Might-'Aye-Been,
Grinnin' or serious, slim or stout (but the
most of .'em's long and lean).
'Andy as most to a job', per'aps, but death
on the after—fuss——
An' the name of the land that fathered us
is the name that will do fo'r us:
Oh, many (ah' crook:) are the roads we
tread, yet all roads lead to Rome,
An' we're doin'''our job in the way we did .
the jobs that' we 'ad at 'ome:
Though quite a number 'as bank accounts
(.an' some 'aye never a tray),
Don't fancy you're comin' to pat our 'eads,
or 'and us-a small boquet.
We're finisMn' up,
As we started out,
In the old Australian way.*
We've dared the dark an' the rippin' wire
for joy of the raidin'-rush,
We've cracked it 'ardy, beddin* down in
the thigh-deep frozen slush,
An' the paper—bloke 'e 'as touched it off
as "an incident of .patrol".
When we chivied the German rabbit out from
'is burrow an' funkin' ole.
We.lre evenin' up (an' we're doin' it quick)
the gaps in our reckonings,
But we'd rather you choked before you said
we walked like ancient kings.
We're sick to death of "the Anzac touch"
an' theblitherin' "'earts of oak,"
Which is settin' the standard much too ''igh
for the plain Australian bloke;'
For the 'And that - sends us the jumpy night
an' the most un'olesome day,
'E made us no bloomin' brie—a—brac^—E
shaped us of workin'-clay,
To carry on
(You'd 'ave us so)
In the old Australian way:*
Oh, whether we're schoolin' the shell-
scared teams, waitin' the word to go
(An' it ain't like steerin' a timber—team
on the flank of the Dorrigo),
Or whether we're racin' an' floppin' to
shoot ahead of the whipped advance
(Oh, I've shot breakers at. Man^,too, but
they wasn't a circumstance),
Or tryin' to read your family.name on
on,e.o' :their blasted shells,
(Oh, the buryin'-party'11 dig—in your disc,
if they can't find nothin' else),
Or wallowin' belly-down in the mud,with
the cutters set to the wire,
Or floggin' a Amy Service cart through
the zone of their scourgin' fire.......
Or bumpin' back with the broken stuff in
a stretcher or motor—dray,
There's never a squeak, though you' listen
'ard, or a premature "'Ooray:".
For we'll carry it through
(As we used to do) ;
In the old Australian way*
_______^____ (Cont.j
78. ' \
THE AUSTRALIAN WAY,' (C ontinued) ^
'111, an', valley, an': roofless 'ouse, 'ouse,
an' valley, and 'ill,
We've hunted them over there an' back (an'
-we'll do some 'untin' still: )l.
But it isn't the yell of the.elght-inoh shell,
or the scream of the five-point—nine
That's speedin' the feet in our service bocttg)
that's warmin' our 'earts like wine;
For the joy of ploddin' will never stale,.
or the beer of life go flat.
While we 'ang to the tail of:their long
retreat as a terrier 'angs to a rat*
So for them that dropped on the beach at
dawn, for them we left by the coast, ,
Sleepin' at Suvla an' Lonely Pine, Chunuk.
an' Courtney's Post, .
An' for them that lift, in the 'oly dark,
their quaverin' 'ands to pray
(Not meanin' us, for we 'ave no time, an'
we!ve got no prayers to say).
Just for the pride of the job on 'and (an'
it carries no place or pay)
We're* worryin' through -
As you've seen us do—
Jus*E as you said that you knew we'd do:
Just as you guessed it was true we'd do.
In the old Australian Way.
THE TWO KNITTERS. (Harold *jnsell)
All around the valley you will find the
golden ;-'learn,-
Waving thro' the ripening corn, and
rippling in the stream,
Spread across the sunset clouds, an on
the scented gums,
Eight athwart the heavens as the peaceful
twilight comes,
And sometimes God will place it far from
these Scenes apart, _ '
In the-throbbing sacred keeping of a
fai^iful woman's heart.
Knit-knit—knit-knit-knitting:
In the evening's gentle glow,
"Bead:" the white lips murmur;
*J0h, my God: I loved him so,"
But,the hands they never falter
As the slender needles bring ;
Their tribute from an aching heart
To Country, and to King.
._________ (Cont.)
THE TWO KNITT3RS (Cont),
Dancing in the City streets, the
,golden gleam shines bright,
Flashing on the steeples and the tram
rails in delight,
Lighting up dark, dushy rooms, amid the
city-s din,
Cheering vd-th its brilliance tired souls
who live within;
And sometimes God will leave it, as. it
flashes here and there,
A message from His Heaven wo*%en in a
woman's hair. .
Knit-knit—knit—knit—knitting! ;
In the evening^s gentle glow^ : ;
Rouge and paint and powder
In the midst of tawdry show;
Someone's fallen sister/
Yet---the flashing needles bring
. The tribute of an outcast
To.her Country and her King.
RAIDING. . (J. Alex Allan)." '7
Halt: Who's there? Sergeant to report?
Low: Keep low, till the last star sets:
Muster in the fire—bay,nearest to the port,
Near a score of blackened faces, hands
and bayonets.
Pray the little gods that; watch make the
gunners blind,
Guide their traverses awry, strike their
sinews slack:. : '
Shed your badges, drop your kit, leave
your discs behind—-
Something for a keepsake if you don't
come back:
Duck along the duckboards: Steady, or
you'll slip:
Where the mud comes up between, watch
the going first.
Keep your blooming mouth shut: Think
you're on a trip
Out to Lizzie's ragtime—shop, back in
Darlinghurst?
(P.T.O.)
79
-RAIDING (Continued)..,"
Trained? Yes, fine—like racers'for the Cup:
Yonder lies the;winning post., still- ag-
. , deatNasyet--—. '.'.' ./-^ :'. '.-
Fritz and, his^mabhine?-gun (pup^-pup—pup—
' '" '- ' - " r:/r\/r:.:. pUh-Up:) "
Soon enough you'll hear'/^em. sweep down
.'the. parapet. . .'^,-;._;\*
Toss aside-the sandbags tha^ smother up
- , the sap;;. .-.;.- .:.:,- ;;
Coming back—'if_ we: come back-^-we '11 pack
em.'snug again:
Past the gate; t Or No-Man's Land:, pbufing
through:the gay, . - ,, .-*..' ;-
Charge and scream-like-forty, fiends,
y'e'lling through/the. ..rain.'
Ducking past-the duckboards,, .stakes/and
rusty wire,. /-:.-:.17*;.*''.
Common swad, and officer, men as good as you;
Sooner have our slippers on, sitting by
the fire;
Rather be -at home in bed-—but there's work
to do:
Holes: 'Ware holes: Look and leap and pass-
Quicki Stride quick where the rotting
'bodies lie,
Crashing through the ribs of men in the
Mp-high grass.
Cursing, sweating, stumbling—hear their
lines reply:
Hear the 'scary gunfire break: See the
Very lights4
Race and squatter through the mud (is it
mud or glue?)
Fritz, you're where we'd like to be on
these winter nights;
Shame to drag.you out at all—but we're
wanting you:
B ack: Strike... b ack: Mad and f ight ing—
- . .;L:r^'/. "' ^'-";.-.. 'blind:..;^..
Home ^ turn, home——/and; ehance,/yourl,way
.'..-;- 1:' ^..y across:'/
Many a gunner, and. hi s- gun. li e ,in. smash
- *1,'';"'!" ^-"'^behlhd4^—;;.
Many an empty funk-hole.beneath the
paradosi;
Scatter for the lines agaih^,dodge \
' and run' and stop, -.
Crawl, and thread the. welcome grassy
till the trenchryou wih;,.
Press the wound.and struggle:on, and
if you should drop,. - /, - ;; /-
Find a friendly shell-hole^.—^and' we' 11
bring you in:
Ducking to ihe duck-boards through .the
sally port,
Near a score of us went out----ten are
overdue.
Nine of us with aught to lose (time
and joy are short)---
Call again and call for men, we'll be
here for you:
7^*1
,^/JL \4^&^yR^
Rip and fumble through their wire, swing
and tear and shift,
Fall and lie or find your feet (some are
lying still)....
.Foot and fist and butt drive home, club
and side—arm.lift——..,.:
Ho, the hounds of war are out, smelling
for the kill: '"'
8o.
THE-^RECORD^
"If you can spare a minit, Boss:
(Thanks,: Mine's a glass of ale),' '
I'd'just like you,to. listen to
A simple soldier's tale—-
A tale o' King and Country,
Of cannon,, shot and shell,
And a. gallant Khaki, soldier
Who served his Country well.
When the .call came from the 'Omeland
I saw me 'duty clear,
I left me iodgin's and me Pals.
Horse-racin', work and beer;
I did me duty noble,
The Huns was on the go,
?3ien..the ..Kaiser heard about me,
And a sniper laid ..me low*
Me left.arm hung quite helpless,
So ^hey passed me put "unfit,"
And I came bapk to Orsetrailyer
Feelin.' proud. I'd done.me ^Blt,"
And the crowd.had heard about me,
For they cheered and cheered like mad;
There was whisky and refreshments,
And the whole dam world felt glad.
But the gladness didn't linger,
When I started out next day,
To touch Defence Pay-Office
For me little bit o' pay;
The clerks was pert and cheeky,
With Pomatum on their 'air,
And swore, by holy Dinkum:
That my money wasn't there.
They said they couldn't trace me,
Though I called and called again,
Till, at last, one clean-shaved Johnny
With a little bit 0' brain,
And a great big round-faced dial .
Lookin' like a risin' moon,
Says! "You was 'killed in action
On the^twenty-eighth of June:"
(Harold Hansell)
"You silly moon-faced poley cow,
I'm standin' here*," ri said;
Says/he: "I'ave your 'record,'
And they've passed you out as 'dead:'
And 'dead' you'll dam well have^to be,
Our 'records' all is true,,.
And we ain't a—goin' to change 'em:
For a Khaki brute like you."
You bet: I raised- a 'oly row,
And gave 'em all "what for:"
You bet: I fusseduntil I see
The Minister'o' War. .
Says he: "Send for his 'Record:'
And when it come he said!
'My friend ^ you ' ave my sympathy: .
Brave 'ero-—you are dead:"
That's how they treat a;soldier,- Boss:
Who donned their darned Khaki,
And fought well for his Country
In them lands-across the Sea,
Where he pinked the Hun by thousand^,
To say nothing of- the Turk: '' ': *..
Thentell 'im: "DiedinActiohi: :
Bettergo and look for work:"
So I'm sorter "gone to Glory:"
And a sorter left behind; . ,
I'm striving 'ard fof Justice^
And the I*ublick's very kind;
They shout me meals and licker,
Ah&abob ortwo aday; _
They're sorry for me 'orful Fate---
A man wot's "Passed away."''
Records Corporal:—"You was killed in
action on the twenty-eighth of June".
GOOD OLD NO. 9* (J.M.Harkins)
If. your head is aching and yotcr-'bones :
are very sore, ,^. . . - .
A cough tears your chest like a blunt
cross—cut saw,/
Or if your back feels if 'twere going
t" break,-
And with the shivers you tremble and
shake,
Perhaps it's bronchitis, consumption,
or gout,
Lumbago, neuritis— you're ill without
doubt; -.„.r,"-r..-::.,!
It may be the stomach, liver .pr "flue",
The kidneys, digestion, heart trouble,too,
A chill !P'r. a cold may have ypu.in tight
^ ' Srip, , . _ ' ...
A touch of asthma or just, the plain "pip .
A corn or bunion may cause you much pain.,.*
It may be toothache or neuralgia again,
Rheumatics, anaemia or appendicitis,
Or just common or garden tireditus;
What ere your complaint, pray don't lose
your head,
He won't cure that, or a''limb you have
shed,
But if you've one of the afore-mentioned
ills',
OurM.O. will cur.e..,.y,QJA\#th^ No......9, pills.
A NEW VERSION: (Joke Arroll)
Old Madam d'Otsox .:
Went-to the grub-box.-' *. ' ' ;
Chips for the'Diggers-rtc cut, sir^
But-when. she: got there. "' - ."'. -
Fini.pdmme'g -de terre,.....' :.;:...':'::...'.'.:..', ...
So the poor Digs kumniagutzer'.
Uprose the suffering Warriors
In awful, righteous wrath,
They slew him there, with dismal air,
And cast his carcase forth.
Then quoth the oldest soldier,
"So there's an end to that;
Thus perish they who—-liars—say
They haven't got one chat.
"Your troops are full of spiriti"
Said the Frenchman, "Oui,tres bon!".
"Too right,"the Q.M.. said, "they've
^pinched the plurry EssR. Don!" , . **
- - 81. '
: THE' CHAT'-S . PARADE. -
" " ' (j'M.E'arkins)
When the soldier, fagged' and; weary,
In surroundings, that are dreary,-
Aside lays he his rifle and grenade, -
Seeks solace in forgetful slumber,
From shell—crash and battle's.thunder, .
'Tis then the "chats" are mustered for
- parade. .: -' .
At the double about his back
In a most irregular tra?>k
They make for the parade—ground on his - - -^
spine. - .'''.,. ^
When there they will never keep' still,-. ' *
Undisciplined they,stamp at will,'
And up and down they maro^. in ragged lihe^
Round his ribs, they do mano'euvrQ, - -'- - -
Curses issue from the soldier,
There's divisions by the score, he declares'^
Doing artillery formation
Without his approbation,
He wriggles and he twists.and loudly
swears* - . --.
Through long, dark night they carry-on,
At the charges they become tres bieh,
The soldier to disperse them madly iears -
With savage fingers at his skin,
As he prays for the morning glim,
In darkness, though, the victory is theirs.
The morn at last breaks- good and clear,
Light is this "Anny's" one great fear,
They retire to warn flannel trenches,
But net too long there they linger,.
For the soldier?s thumb and finger,*'
Routs them out with unregretful wrenches.
But no victory is there won,
For again reinforcements come,
And in darkness of night again attack;
So on the fight goes—on and on,
They are almost like the Hun:'
Their foul deeds are performed behind
the back.;.
OVER THE FOOT.RAILS.
"How's Dave?" : '. .- -
^No goodj He^s in hospital, and they're
going to remove his septum'"
"Well, if the silly cow 'ad ^ot it made
^out in his wife's name they couldn't
touch it3"
82..
' THE LONE FINE -CHARGE, (E.B.H.) .
(One of, the- special values attached* to
this. poeR'lrs.' the. fact that It was ...
written in.the,captured,trenches
immediately''fafter the. engagement.) .,..
The -Boys' of _the First Brigade g.topd to ,'
* their arms';
From the lines of the foeman rang out the
alarms. .,., -
We crouched as we waited the shrill.,'.
whistle bfast.,
Each knew that the effort might well be
his last.
The ^signal rang out, and we sprang, to the
. 'work,
'With bayonets in line, and each face to
the Turk; ......
And we thought every gun in the.universe
talked,.. .. ; .
As the' reaper, grim death, took his toll. -
as he stalked. ' \- ...
The %Tqunded. fell prone, ne'er again would
they rise,
For the shraphell sowed death as it rained
from.the skies;
But' the remnant pushed on,, and aame up
'. M'.' - with the. .Turk,
Great gaps in their ranks, but in stem
mood.for work.
Some Turks stood their ground—there were
some who had'fled,
But we harried them well, and the trenches
ran red,. "';:. ;.. . - :. .
They plied.us with shot and the .dread
, '.. hand grenade, ... .. ^ .
Yet slowly, but surely, our progress we
' made. .. ... ..
Fbr'six'days and nights raged the battle
apace,.
And each showed'the other the dash-of, his -
race. * ..*'.'
But a Silence crept over the trenches' one
'.night, . . .. ',. .'.,
And we knew,. when' it deepened,. that. ;w.e ,
'owned" the'fight.
Not a hand grenade thrown—-hot a shot
from a gun,.
We breathed for a s^ace-r—-Lone Pine.'had
been won...... ;.;. ,. . .
She was only- a'shoemaker's daughter,
but'she' gave -him a frightfu.1 .,welt...
' - ' G-ETTnW ^B ACE,. (^ at. H.)
I 'ye heard men .say^:;.when:.in.;th.e cemp, .^
Or.on the sea, or on.the tramp.
The tales they'll tell to follcs. at home.
If they win through, and cross.the.foam,
. ,:And;get -safe back. . .?
Some carry, with them.-day and night,- ,,,-^
A souvenir of some big fight,
To show to..friends- where they..have, fought—
On fields where victory's dearly.bought—
If they get bask. ;-;; - . '-.-
VJhile thunderous cannon rend the skies,.
/Tl:ey face the foe with steady eyes;
Though 'some get through, there's some
- - must' go.
:.Who try conclusions with the foe,
All can it get-back.
Our boys who fell have left a name.....
Upon the priceless lists of fame;'.
:The-memory of those brave hearts dear,
Is all I ask as souvenir,
If I get.back.. ,. '-
THINGS ?E! CAN'T FIND IN THE OFFICIAL
HISTOBX.
The name of't'he--,last' ridge 'we'took for
Birdy. .
Did they get the "spirit of Anzac" out
'.of the S.R.D. bottle?
Has the Eing arrived yet for that . '.
inspection of the Australian Army Corps
in France? '
What has become of the old squire's
ten thousand francs? .....
If the Diggers.still have a chat?
Where does the A.P.C. fall in.on Anzac
: Day?' \
What were the names of the last ^000
men to leave.Gallipoli?
TEE SOFinSTICATES.'
On a visit, to the Zoo a young mother,
taking her two sons to have a look at.the
various animals, eventually arrived at.the
Storks.' She took great pai.ns"to explain..
that this was -the' bird 'that' brought the :':
babies ^ Then .she; walked'oh, and her young-
est son, aged: -six:^ said to his eight year
old Brother, "Hey,-Bill, don't you think
we had better^wake mum up to it?"
83.
A THIRD BATTALION ALi^HABET. .. .....-,:;
A for Australia, the land of our dreams,
.. .—.'The-more you think of her the
farther she seems.- -
B for Battalion., of which you've all* heard,
It wears Brown and Green, .and it's
- .'...'jnumber's- the Third. -
C for Canteen—always right,for a drink,
Bree'beer by the gallon for all---
I ddnt' think!-
^'BATTALION ALPHABET (Cont.)
D for our Doctor—so'artless' and kind,
If you don'*S< like your route march,;
. rhe'11.leave you behind. '
E is.for'Empire'we've boasted so much,
Perhaps we could do with a Hindenburg
touch. '
F is for France—'famed, for sunshine and
. ' 'song,
In Winter she's hell, but in Summer
"tres bdn". ; ' ** ;
G is for girl&, whom we miss *so out here,
They ought to be issued with 'baccy*
.-...-'-.- and beer4 -
H is the. place vAlere, you've often
heard tell,
- We were driving-bid Frits;, but'he'
-,.: tookus as well. '*,'
I is for Instructor, who taught-us
... our Drill, ''- .
He taught all he knew^ and we know :;
nothing stills ' *.......
J is for Jerry, whom we know as Fritz,
We sneak on.._his posts. He imshies
. in fits.
K is f or J Keshan-our Jiu-Jit su 'king,
At tossing the "Bowyangs"he's
simply the thing.
L is if or Leslie, our bold Brigadier. -
He chases our heads—^they bu . ^'.
M is for our Colonel, you never heard
roar, ... - .
Although we're not'greedy, we always
. '. like Moore., ' '
is for"Nobby"—who made-a brav^ stand,
And worked-message carriers rigt
- Into the.^and. ' ' ..:-.'.-.---
is: for order's, that put your vdnd—up,
You tell a.good tale and get sold a*.
. , . good pup. - ' ----- -.i" '' --'
P's for our Fadre—a thorough good sport,
If e-man.'s to be honored "-then,Gee—whiz.',
he ought! -
Q is for.Q.M.who supplies us with rum, '
And works a good yam when the isgue'
don't .come. "-''
N
0
-well, the life
is for rations,.the issue so free,
With ten to a ^loaf-
will do me.
is for-. St!aff—^who ' in* No-4.!an' s-4Band .;
roam—- .:.: ".... '-''*'''"
But wake up.in ^ime for their'break-
fast at home.
T is for Third*ahd it's trombones
renowned .
That sliding in time to the music
.were found,
U is for Us—which the Froggies call "oui"
Ho! La—la! Toute de'-suite!-Kia-ora!"
Compris?
V for 7in Blanc—which is poison to drink,
It first knocks you'rotten, then lands
you in "clink"..
? for WAAC5 who've been slandered so'imlch,
We find them good sports, and treat
them as such.
X sacred letter on beer barrel read,
If you drink of ..it '.s contents you -
lose your YZ (wisehead).'
. ,.C0LD-COI#9RT. (9.3) ^ -..:-:*
I was wending my way o'er the duckboards''
While Jerry was strafing the same;.
I was playing at ducking and dodging. .
And-my mind was intent on the game.
When a sound near at hand gave me warning,
I dived down to earth like a flash,
And clean out of sight in a mud—hole,
I.went, with a horrible 'splash. . .
And as I emerged wet and dripping,
And looking a pitiable sight ..
A voice fromnear—by gave me comfort—
"Cold comfort!* for one in my plight.
For it said in a voice, that was cheering—
"Why in 'ell did you dive, in the'mud?- .
You'd a bin just as safe if you'd stfoli up
For the- damned thing was only a dud!"
Officer:" Now, tell me your idea of
........^ strategy".. . . .L r..
Digger: "'It is when you don't let the -
enemy know you're .out .of ammunition.yb.ut.
keep oh firing".
84.
TEN LITTLE AUSSIES.
*"" ( Stff.Sgt L.C.Hall)
Ten little Aus,sies_for'.'.tha fighting-J-ine,
One hit the Wazir Battle,
Then there were nine. ... '
Nine little Aussies sorely tempting fate,
One went across, to Anzac,.: .
Then there were eight.- . -
Eight little Aussies flying straight for
... heaven^-; ;-. ..
One struck Serapeum, . -
Then there were seven-. . -
.Seven little Aussies came to France with
... 'Rix? - - ' ' ' '
One started.a two—up school,
Then t^here were.six. .
Six little Aussies on the West arrive,
One'had a strafe, with Fritz y '' .
.Then, there were five.. . "
Five-little Aussies on Blighty leave,
l!me sure, . ,
One met a girl In Glascow,'.
Then there were four.
Four little Aussies visiting paree,
One found a Demoisel-le, . ' .
Then there were three.
Three little Aussies with souvenirs but .
. :few,i'
One found^ a fuse at Bray,
Then there were two.
Two little Aussies on the. spree for fun,.
One was -stopped at Plymouth, - ....:-
Then there was one.
One little Aussie, half the'voyage done,
Went ashore at Cape Town,
"'"'Then there were none.ri.
Ten little Aussies in nice Sunday frocks,
Waiting-on a Melbourne pier,: : ..;- -
'Won't, there, be some, shocks!} . '
HAVE YOU HEARD?
"How did you get'ont^'.-fSaBie a gutz-er!"
"Are . we .downhearted?. No! ...Theh you—soon
', .willhe.^i '
"Thank Gawd, we've, got a Navy".
"What did you dp in-the Great War daddy?"
Some say. "Good old-Sergeant".'Others say
- 1!-——the. old Sergeant".
"Kiss me Sergeant!"
"Dear Mother, I am sending you herewith
^ten shillings,, .but not this week."
A soldier^s farewell: "Goodbye, and ^—you".
"That's.the. stuff to give 'em".
*^Ah! Ahj, no -b—. shave, this morning".
"Ah! Ah!, no b—-rrazdr".
- The.chats held a,sports meeting on my
back last night. '-
"Today's .my daughter' s wedding day, ten
thousand pounds I'11 give away" (three
cheers).
"On second-thoughts I, think it best^ to
^put it away in the.old oak chegt".
"Youmingy--—-r-ychuckhimout!".
It is unofficially denied that,whilst
crossing some barbed wire entanglements,
the Kaiser was.6aught by the Allies. '
WAR NE<VS FROM THE .PRESS. '
Some of the, war.news is very.:perplexing,
and only that I am most trustful and never
doubt anything that' I read in the "Baptist -
Banner" I'should look upon"the following
news items*as.suspiciously as a crow does
at a man with a gun:— .......
The Germans-have taken Cascara on the
Dutch frontier, and are,likely to.soon rush
the Dykes in.Hollands '......
Later: The War Office admit- the taking of
Cascara, but doubt the ability of the
Germans to-hold it;for long.
Latest: The Germans are evacuating eveiy—
where. . .:
Later still: The^train-on'the German rear
is'something,terrible. .
The Germans have invested'Namur. Later on,
the Allieg will:invest;the war-indemnity .
they will take from Geermany.
85.
- SONG OF THE DARDANELLES.
1......... '". .'' " ' (ifehry*' L'aWsan) .
The wireless tells and the'cabled tells
How our boys behave,d'by. the .Dardanelles.
Some thought, in-their hearts "Will* our
boys make good?" / ..
We knew them of old and we knew they would J
Knew they..would-—-
Kn.ew they would*; - ' .
We were mates of ,.old and we loiew they would
They laughed and they larked and they
loved likewise,' ','. *''.
For blool is viarmunder Southern skies;
They kniew not Pharaoh ( 'tis understood),
And they got into scrapes, ag we knew
they would.
- Know they would-— * '
Enow they vyould; .
AnC thoy got into scrapes, as we knev?
they Y^ould.
They chafgd in the dust of an old dead
land
At the long months', drill'in the :.-
scorching-sand;.
But they knew in their hearts it was
for their good, .-..-.
And they saw it through as we. knew
they would. ;
Knevjr.they would-—- r
Knevj they would;
And they saw it through as. we.knew they
WQUld.. :"
The Coo-ee,.called. through.;..the Meha Camp,
And an army roared like the Ocean's tramp
On a gale—swept beach in her wildest.mood,
Till the.Pyramids, shook as.we knew they
. - ; _ - would. . .
Knev? they;would-—-- .
Enevr they would.
(And the Sphinx woke, up ;'as. we: knew/she
.,-........would.) - *.: :.:
They were shipped like sheep.iwhen the
dawn was grey;
(But their officers knew, that, no lambs
were they).'-*- .'.-=-
They squatted and perched where!er.they
..... could) . ... - '..
And they "blanky-ed'.' for joy as we knew
,-. ' theywould.^ ^..,: .'..'-".:'..:
Knew they'would^—;.: .;,.:.
Knew they would;',.: * . '.. - ..
They _"blankey-ed" /for joy as we knew
they would........- .............
SONG OF THE. DARDANELLES (Cont.)
The sea was hell .and* the' shore was hell,
7Rth mine,,-.entangle
------. ' /shelly; "/*'.!;' 11/ ...
But they stDlrmed the'hei'g^ ....." '
Australians should:, ...
And they.fought and they, died as we
.'""" knew they TKiUld.-.. '.
'Knew they would—— ' ' '
Knew they .would; ' /',"..
They fought 'and they died' as we knew
they Would i . .
From the southern hills'" and. the city .
lanes, ' / ' ,
From the s'and\?aste lone and *Hie'
Blacksoil Plains;
The youngest and strongest of England!s
* ' - brood!——
They'll win for the South as we knew
they would.
Knew they would—
Knew they would;
They'll .win for the South as we knew.
they., would.
' ' ' FIGHTING' HARD. (Henry Laws oh)'.
The Australians are. fighting- hard in
Gallipoli." —Cable.
Rolling: out to fight.: for England, . .-
singing songs across the sea;
Rolling North to fight for. England,..and
to fight, for you and me/.
Fighting, hard .for France and 'England,.!
where the storms.'of Death/are hurled;
Fighting hard for ^Australasia and the"
honour of the/Wbridi /: .;. .
F^ght ing hard.___
Fighting hard for Si^hny "Queens land-^--- - -
. fightingforBananaland, .,' . .<;, -.;.;
Fighting hard for West Australia,- and'
the mulga and the ' sand;.
Fighting hard for Plain and Wool-Track,
and the*"haze of western. heat-
Fighting ^ard for .South Australia and-*'
thebronze. of Farfar^s Wheati. , ,:
.....'... -. Fighting hard. *' : ! -../
86,
- FIGHTING BARD. (€ont.) !*'-
' Fighting hard for fair Victoria, and '-.
the mountain and the glen-; :'
(And the Memory of Eureka—there -mere
other tyrants then),-
For the glorious.Gippsiand fore-sts and
the World's great Singing Star-—
For the irrigation channels where the
cabbage gardens are—-
Fighting hard,
Fighting hard for gale and earthquake,
and the wind-swept ports between;
For the wild flax and manuka and the
terraced hills of green.
Fighting bard for wooden homesteads,
where the mighty-kauris stand——
Fighting hard for fern and tussock!—
fighting hard for Maoriland!
Fighting hard.
Fighting hard for-little Tassy, where
the apple orchards grow;
(And the Northern Territory just to give
the place a show),
Fighting hard for Home and Empire, while
the Commonwealth prevails---
And, in spite of all her blunders, dying
hard for New South Wales. -
Dying hard.
Fighting for the Pride of Old Folk, and
the people that you know;
And the. girl.you left behind you—-(ah!
the time is passing slow).
For the proud tears of a sister! come
you back, or never come3 '..
And the weary Elder Brother, looking
after things at home——.
Fighting. Hardi You Lucky Devils!
Fighting'hard. .
M.O, "Well, what's your trouble?''
Private Dag: "'I've got web feet, sir,
from walking on the duckboards too -
long."
"took 'ere, Bill, when you use me; rifle
to sm^sh up firewood, don't leave it
layin' in the .mud all night. You know
what a careful bloke I am with a rifle:!"
UP AND' - DOWN THE" DUCKBOARDS; (J.R.S.)
Up and down the duckboards,
Up and down again,
Blinking at the star^-shells ' -
Falling in the rain.-
Thinking of the rations-,
If they're getting wet,
Thinking, if there's any rum,
How much will we get.
Thinking if a bullet hurts---
If there's any pain.
Yow! Here comes a blanky bomb!
Up and down again!
Up and down the duckboards,
Screwing at the moon,
Musing on the bally strafe
We got this afternoon. *
Thinking how explosives
Make you jump and shake and sweat,
Thinking how you duck and run,
And hug the parapet. -
Thinking of the next one—^
If it's joy or pain.
Hell! It's getting hotter!
Up and down again!
Up and down the duckboards,
Good and bad and worn,
From "stand-to" in the evening
Till "carry—on" at mom.
Thinking all the blooming things
You never thought before,
Thinking of the stunt last night,
And feeling pretty sore,
Thinking you'll chuck thinking up,
Before you go insane^—
Two whizz-bangs! A nine-two-eight J
Up and down again!
"THE AIRMEN".
"The heavens are their battlefields.
They are the cavalry of the clouds.
High above the squalor and the mud...,
their struggles' there by day and night
are like a Miltonic conflict between
the winged hosts,"
^.(iriayd George).
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A Full Corp.
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86b.
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The Laat/; "^ln-d M?hgr<=?,ts ^our ho^a?^
The Other* "'Owe*' yh^ I'm 'O.^e Mhen I'ue got wy 'at on."
SCOTS OF'THE. RIVERLNA-. ' (Henry Laws on)
"The boy cleared out to the city from his
home at the harvest time—
They were Scots of the RiVerina, and to
run from home was a crime,
The old man.burned his letters, the'fi&Bt
and last he burned,
And he scratched his name from the Bible
when the old wife!s back was turned.
A year went past, and. another. There were
calls from the'firing-line;
They heard the boy had enlisted, but the
old man made no sign.
His name must never'be mentioned on the
. farm by Gundagai----
They were Scots of the Riverina with
ever the kirk hard by.
The boy came home on his "final," and
the town—ship's bonfire burned.
His'mother's arras were about, him, but
the old nan's' back was turned.
The daughters begged for pardon till the
old man raised his hand --- ^
A Scot of the Riverina who' was. hard to
understand.
The boy was killed in -Flanders, where
the best and bravest die*
There were tears at the Grahame home-
stead, and grief in Gundagai;
But the old man ploughed at"daybreak
and the old man ploughed till the mirk—
There were furrows of pain' in the orchard
while his household went to ihe kirk.
The hurricane lamp in the'rafters dimly
burned'; " - ' -
And the old man died at the table when-
the old wife's back was turned.
Face down on his bare arms folded he .
sank with his wild grey hair
Outspread 'o'er the open Bible and a
name re—written there.
- UNLUCKY- ''
"Gripes! there's stiffness fer yeri
We've just finished building this bonzer
possle, stove and all, ready for the
Winter, and now they go and make an
Armistice^"
. THE AFTERMATH. (Pioneer)
Seek now thy heart and question which
shall be, ...
The deeper Hell -of two which offer thee,
The Hell of War that honour could hot shun,
Or that which goes-with duty left undone„
Hell, though.it be of fury, fire and pain;
The Hell of War thou suff'rest net in vain.
The dead shall live, by memory through the
years^
Their resting place bedev<?ed by Angel's tears.
And they that live, returning to their land,
Shall through the years to come, in honour
stand. .
And of the joys of Peace in full partake,
As those who suffered much for duty's sake.
But—they who stayed behind to count the
cost,
To argue "this is gained" or "that is lost,"
And holding back, bethought them of some '
gain, * ;
At cost of thode who suffered fire and^pain,
Shall not in future years in council stand
To legislate the future of their land——
Nor still in blissful peace their ways
. . pursue
Because, while others d.ied, this peace they
knew; .
And they shall live forever in that state
Of Hell, whose terrors never shall abate.
Tormented conscience and a tortured mind
That through eternity no peace shall find.
FOUR WORDS.(Louie Samuels)
There are four words,the sweetest words
In-all of human speech,
More sweet than all the songs of birds;
Or Lyric poets teach*
This life may be a vale of tears,
A sad and dreary thing-—
Four words, and trouble disappears
. And birds begin to sing.
Four words, and all the roses bloom,
The sun begins to shine;
Four words, will dissipate the gloom,
And -water turn to wine.
Four wo-rdS)will-hush the maddest row,
And cause you not to grieve——
Ah, well, here.....goes,you've got them now!
"You're next for leave."
AUSTRALIA - - IS . .', WAITING. (Harold Hansell)..
When cannon are silent, when Peace spreads.
..'- ,...her;-wings, -. ... ..
And the cheers;. of : the-ivictors ebb slov.^, '
Wiien foeman and comrade alike lie at rest
On the .fieldsi. which *t;heir valor made holy^
.With the links ih:the. chain of the "'Life—
. .: .. that-^you-lived," -, -\ '
Snapped apart—and you stand, hesitating,
Remember the Empire.,spreads over the Seas
In the sunshine—,'..
Australia
is..
Waiting! . /
Ye heroes! from office., and workshop,
and farm,,
Who streamed to the. Front at the calling,.
To stand undismayed 'midst the mud of the
trench,
With the hail of a^hell ever, falling;
To charge thro ^ the shrapnel where bright
bayonets gleam
With a laugh!—-yet you stand hesitating;
There are fortunes to glean for one half
that you've done
In the sunshine—
Australia
i.s
. 'Waiting!
YelVpinen! who mourn for the loved ones
who lie
'Neath the deep,'or the red'field of battle;
Whose heads are bent low y?hen the soldiers
pass by
On the march, whilst their bright- bayonets
.rattle; .
Come! sore wounded hearts that the good
God. alone
Can heal—do not stand.hesitating;
No wider our ;!and than our wide sympathy;
In the sunshine-—-'' ' .....
Australia
- Waiting!'.' ..' ..... . " .
___________^_; . (Cont.),,,
There are.tv^o ways of missing,-the... ,..
joys,of Army life—one. is^by not joining,..
and the other by not^being born.---- ;. ^. '
'"The Nark".'
Wide.is this England that'welcomes you -
.' all,- - - -
iihere the gold of the wattle is gleaming;
Join in the throng, spread across the
- broad sea, --;
To .'the land of new life ever streaming;
Come with your sorrovys and sadness—
" * but come;
Stand not .in doubt hesitating;
Hope walks abroad. Come! make a ne*w Home
In the sunshine—-
Australia
is "
Waiting!
See! the sun sets, and the clouds gather -
. round,
Shadows of-night slowly, falling; .
Darkness-surrounds—but away o'er the Seas
Sunrise—-and Hope to you calling.
Live the new Life, for the "Life—that—
you-lived"
Lies dead—do not stand hesitating;'
Reach out a hand to your "kinsmen's
strong grasp
In the sunshine-
Australia
is
Waiting!
3rady,' ( Phi lo s o phe r.)
If your luck is out with women;if you've
looked tob long on wine^
Do not sit and nurse the anger of your
anguish, brother mine, '
For the sun will rise tomorrow, and the
skies be just as blue,
And you'.ll find that other fellows have
their troubles—same as you. :
Though your aching heart be empty, and
your pockets much the,same,.
Though the dice of Fate are loaded,;be a
man and play the game!-
There is something left to live for—to:
your own strong soul be true,
And we'll take your hand: and grip it,
who have battle& same as you .
HIS ]!AATE.
There's a "broken battered village
Somewhere up behind the line,
There's a dug-out and a bunk there,'^
That I used to say were mine. '
I remember hov/ I reached them,
Dripping wet and all forlorn,
In the dim and dreary twilight;
Of a weeping summer morn*
All that 'week I'd buried brothers,
In one bitter battle slain,
In one grave I laid two hundred.
-God: .What sorrow, and what rain:
And that night I'd been in trenches, '
Seeking out the sodden dead,
And just dropping them in shell-holes,
With a service svdftly said.
For the bullets rattled round me,
But I couldn't leave them there,^
Water-soaked in flooded shell-holes
Reft of common Christian prayer.
So I crawled round on my belly,
And I listened to the roar
Of the guns that hammered Thiepval,
Like big breakers on the shore.
Then there spoke a dripping sergeant,
When the time was growing late,
"Would you please to bury this one,
'Causei'e used to be my mate?"
So we groped our way in darkness
To a body lying there,
Just a blacker lump of blackness,
With a red blotch on his hair.
Though Y?e turned him gently over,
Yet I still can hear the thud,
As the body fell face forward,
And then settled in the mud.
We went down'upon our faces,
And I said the service through,
From "I am the Resurrection"
To the last, the great "adieu".
"I hope the neyt war is fought with
the right spirit."
*^It will be if the rum issue's not
cut out!". \ (Cont.)
89.
.. ' HIS MATE. (Cdnt).
We stood up to give the Blessing,.
And.commend him to the Lord
When a sudden light shot soaring
Silver swift and like a sword.
At a stroke-it slew the darkness, .
Flashed its glory on the mud,
And I saw the sergeant staring
At a crimson clot of blood.
There are many kinds of sorrow
In this world of Love and Hate,
But there is no sterner sorrow-
Than'a soldier's for his Mate.
PRAYER BEFORE AN ATTACK
It ain't as I 'opes 'E'll keep me safe
While the other blokes goes down,
It ain't as I wants to leave this world
And wear an 'ero's crown.
It ain't for that as I says my prayers .'
When I goes to the attack,
But I pray that whatever comes my way
I may never turn me back.
I leaves the matter o' life and death,
To the Father who knows what's best, '-'
And I. prays, that I. still may play the man
Whether I turns east or west.
I'd sooner that it were east, ye know,
To Blighty and my gal Sue:
I'd sooner be there, wi' the gold in 'er'air
And the skies be'ind all blue,
But still I pray I may do my bit, '
And then, if I must turn west,
I'll be unashamed when my name is named,
And I'll find a Soldier's rest.
... ON THE FIELD OF HONOUR.
Ah, wear not sorrow's garb, and dry those
: ' tears., -
Hide your deep pain, and proudly., lift your
head, :
Say."Twas for England, great through all'
"^' . . . the years, ..-
That, pur Beloved on the field lay dead, ''
Guarding her very life, he nobly fell,
And though;our hearts may break—^-k.
"It is well".
90. " .WASTE
Waste of Muscle', waist of Brain,
Waste of Patience, waste of Pain., ;
Waste of Manhood, waste of Health,
Waste of ^Beauty, waste of Wealth,
Waste of Bloody ^;nd waste of Tears,
Waste of Youth's most precious years,
Waste of rays the Saints have trod,
Waste of Glory, waste of God —
War?
.CHEER-1-0.:
Here's to you and here's to mc,
Here's to pals on land and sea^
Here's to Peace that is to be.
Cheer-i--o:
Here's to those who live and fight,
Here's to those gone out of sight,
Who have fought and died for.Right,
. Cheer-i-o.'
On we'll go througli weal or woe.
On through any blinkin' show,
Cheer-i-o:
It's the b9,ttle-cry of God,
As he works in star and sod,
Beating Satan with His rod^
Cheer-i-o:
.It's, the cry that made the earth,
"Gave'the rblling spheres, their tirthg
Wrought s world"'of. wondrous worth,
Cheer-i-o:
If it comes' my *tum to die,
To be outed and put by, ... .
M;^y I peg out with this.-try,
'- .. Cheer-i-o:...; ..;
THIHGS WE NEVER .HEARD. IN THE. AEMjr. ...
TO ST'S'EKWC'tiER BEAESRS
Easy does it—bit o- trench 'ere\ ' :
Mind the blinking bit o' wire,
There^s a shell *ole on your left there.,.
Lift '^upalibtle 'igiier,
Stick it, lad. ye^ll soon be there now,
Want to res^ '.ere.for.a-while?
Let -im dahn then—"gentiy—gently;, .
There ye are3 lade ...That^s the style...
Want a drinks mate? 'Eye's my bottle,
Lift 'is -eadup for ^Ini; Jack^
Put my tunic underneath 'im.
'6w-s that... chrmmyY Tnat's the tack:
Guess "we-duetter make a, s'cart nov^
Read^* for another gpeli? :
.Best be go.in', we.W'jn't 'urt ye,
But -o mig^t just start to shell!.
Are ye rights i-ate? Off we goes then,
That's well over! on the right ;
Gawd Almighty, that's a near -un:
'Old. your end up gooo..<'jnd tight,
Never mind, lad/ you're for Blightya.
Mind this rotten bit 0' board.
We'll soon ?a.ve ye tucked in bed, lad,
-Opes ye gets ^0 ay old ward.
No m^re war for you, my 'earty,
This^11 get ye. well a;way.
Twelve, good months in 5.ea"r old Blighty;
Twelve good monthd if you're a day=
M.O.'s got abit o^ some&iing
Wliat'll stop that blarsted pain^
'Ere's p. rotten bit 0' ground^ mate^
Lift up 'igher — up again^
Wish -e'd stop ^is blarsted shellin''
Makes it rotten for the lad. '
When a feller-s been and got it,
It affec'S 'im vwlce as bad.
'Ow's it goin':now then,. * sonny?
'Era's that, narrow bit..0' trench,
Careful, rnate^ there-s some dead Jerries.
&a%?dAlmigh.ty/i#.iat a3tench^
'Ere we are now. .stretcher-ease., boys?.;
Bring 'im aht.a.cup 0/' tear -. 1
Inasmuch as ye have done it
Ye have done it unto Me.
Ordely Officer: "l don!t see wiiat you-ve
got to.complain of regarding your Company
cook J*
Company Dig^' ''Q!j.ite rights sir^ His pepper
and salt- are the best Hve ever tasted*
"Now,' I don't want to bustle you boys,
but Reveilie.^s been blo?.*n over half—an-
hour ago!" .-, . . .,. ,
"Well, men, perhaps'you don't want it.
but I think smother noggin, of rum "mill
make you sleep well ^.
"Boys,' you've dug quite enough^ Me'and
the corporal, will, finish it for you."
"Don't hurry back from London if youjre
enjoying yourself. Seven or eight days
extra 3'neither here nor theres"
YQDNG FELLOW MY LA3*-'r,:(n.'WvServieey
.91.
jAi^.
"VJhere are yo.u going, Young Fellow My Lad-,
On this glittering: morn' of May?" . -
"I'm going ,to 'join the- Colburs,';Dad; -^
They're-, looking for men,^:they' say..'' '
"But you're only a boy, Young Fellow My Lad;:
You aren't obliged to go." ' ' . ' ."-'--
I'm seventeen* and. a quarter, .Dad.,
And ever .so strong., yo.u;knpw." . """. ' '
"So you're off to France, Young Follow My Lad,
And you're looking so fit ahd bright."
"I'm terribly -sorry to. leave .you, Dad, ..
Hut I feel that I'm doing-right."
"God bless you and keep you:, Young Fellow. My Lad;
You're all of my life,'you know.
Don't worry. I'll soon be back, dear Dad,
(33d ward pys&n)
(A * Rymn.:of: Hatejl
Wliat is meant .by 'active service
'Ere where, sin is: leakin' loose,'
'N' the oldest-'and's-as neryis -
As a dog—bedevilled goose,
Has bin writ be every poet
What can.' rhyme it worth a-.d.am,
But" the iorror as we know it
Is jist jam, jam-, JAMi
Oh, the 'ymn of 'ate we. owe it-
Stodgy, splodgy,; seepy, soaky,
"sanguinary jam!
And I'm awfully proud .to'
'"Wliy'don't you writer Young Fellow My Lad?
I watch for the post each day;
And I mias you so., and...I'm awfully sad,
And it's months since you went away.
And I've-had.-a fire in-the-parlour lit,
And I'm keeping it burning bright
Till my boy^comes home; and here I sit: :
Into the quiet night"..
"What is the matter Young Fellow My Lad?
No letter again today, . -
Why did the postman-look-.so sad,
And sigh as he turned away?
I hear them tell that we've gained new ground,
But a terrible price we've paid:
God grant, my boy, that you're safe and sound;
But Oh I'm afraid, afraid."
"They've told me the truth, Young Fellow My Lad:
You'll never come-back again.
(Oh God! the dreams and the dreams I've had,
And the hopes I've.nursed in vainJ)
For you passed in the.night, Young Fellow My Lad,
And you proved in the cruel test
Of the screaming shell and the battle hell
That my boy was one of the best."
"So.you'll live, you'll iive,Young Fellow My Lad,
In the gleam of the evening star,
In the wood note wild and the laugh of the child,
In all sweet things that are. .
And you'll-never die my wonderful boy, '
"while life is noble and true;
For all our beauty and hope and joy
We will owe to our lads like you."
There's the "fearful roar iv battle/'
What gets underneath yer 'at, ; ;
Mooin' like a million cattle
Each as big as Ararat; , .... .. -
There's'the red field green *n! slippy
(And I'm cleaner; where I am),
But the thing that's got'me nippy '
It is jam,:jam, JAM! ; . '
Druv us sour.it has, 'n':dippy,
Sticky, sicky,. slimy., sloppy.,
stummick-strafin.' jam!
Of the mud that's in the trenches
"writers make a solemn fuss; ..
For the vermin 'n' the stenches
Little ladies pity us.; -
But the yarn that's honest dinkum,;
'N' the prayer what ain't a sham :;- .
Is that Fritz may bust 'n' sink 'em
Ships of jam, jam, JAM!
For we bolt 'em, chew 'em, drink 'em, -
Million billion bar'ls of beastly,
cloyin', clammy j'am! . .. ' .. . -:
TJe are sorry—sick of peaches,
'N' we're full right up of plum,
'N' our innards fairly screeches
When the tins.of apple come. .
Back of Blighty piled, in case's,
Jist as close.'as. they can cram,
Fillin'. all the open spaces, - .
Is the jam, jam, JAM!.. ;./
Oh, the. woe. the soldiers face is;
'Monday, Sunday,, ruddy, .muddy,
boundless bogs of jam.
92.' '
. PEACE, BLESSED
Here in the flamih' thick of things,
With Death across the way, 'h' traps
What little Fritz the German flings
Explodin' in yer lunch.per'aps,.
It ain't all glory for a bloke, ,
It ain't all corfee 'bt and stoo,
Nor wavin''bannersih.,the smoke,.
Or practisin' the bayonet.stroke——
We has our little troubles, too!*
Here's Trigger Ribb' bin seein' red
'N' raisin'' Oain because he had
Back in the caverns in his 'ead, .
A 'oiler, tooth run ravin' mad.
Pore ^Trigger up !n' dotn-the trench. . . -
Was jiggin' like a'.blithefed loon, ...
'N' every time she give' a \iorench ^ "
You orter seen the beggar blench,
You orter 'eard: him play a toon.
The sullen shells was pawin''blind,
A-feelih' for us grim as sin,
While now 'n' then we'd likely find
A dizzy bomb come limpin' in.
But Trigger simply let 'ersizz.
He 'ardly begged to be exoused/
This was no damn, concern, of his.
He twined a muffler round his phiz,
'N' fearful was the words he used.
Lest we be gettin' coek-a-whoop
Cle 'Ans tries outrhis box of tricks.
His bullets all around the coop
Is peckin' like a million chicks.-
But Trigger when they barks his snout
Don't sniff at it. He won't confess
They're on the earth-—ignores the clout,
'N' makes the same old song about
His brimmin' mug of bitterness.
They raided us there in the mud
One day afore the dead sun rose.
Me oath, the mess of stuff and blood
Would.give a slaughterman the joes!
And when the scrap is past and done,
Where's Trigger Ribb? The noble youth
Has got his bay'net in a Hun,
While down his cheeks the salt tears run.
Sez he to me: "Gorbli'—-this toothi"
(Cont.)
PEACE... '.(Edward Dyson) : : '''.:-
A shell hoist Trigger in a tree.
We found him motherin' jis jor;,....;.
"if this ache's goin^ on," sez he,
"So 'elp me, iu'li spoil the imrj" '
. Five, collared Trigger on his perch;.
They wired his molar to a bough, '..
Then give-the anguished one a lurch,.
'N^ down.he.pitches. From that birch
His riddled tooth is hangin'now.
This afternoon it's merry, 'ell;;
Grenades is comin' by the peck;.
A big gun times us true...'n' well,
And, oh{! we gets it in the neck. .;r
They lick out flames what reach a,'m.t!<3, -
The drip of lead will never cease. '
But Trigger's pott'in' all the while;
He sports a fond 'n'' foolish smile—
"Thank Gord," he sez, "a bit of peace!",.
. I^D AND DUST. (H.Eekhoff)
An Aussie tramped the muddy road,
'Mid snow and rain" and sleet.,
The rain was running down his back^
And oozing from his feet.
He carried sack and. rifle
And ammunition, too,
He wore his helmet at alert"
As all good Aussies do. ^
With rations in.a haversack
And tucker sodden through,
He used some dinkum lingo,
As all good Amssies do.
At last he turned a corner,
Saw a notice on a tree,
And waded to his neck in mud
To see what it could be.
I cannot now remember
Exactly what it said,
It didn't seem to please him,
For this is how it read:
As on you plod your weary way,
Consider our desire, .....
For if you kick up too much dust,
You'll draw artillery fire.
93.
THE WOUND.
(Harold Hansell).^
There's Voices on the river and the
mountain,
There's Voices out across the dreary-
plain,
That's mostly callin' when a chap aint
heedin'.
But sometimes.---if you listeA-—^hey
remain,
And that is* why I sit beside the river
As it slowly winds it's way towards
the sea,
For its dreamy Voice is ever callin',
. callin',
And this is what-the river sez to me:—
She come from "over West," near Black
Swan River,
'Twas four years later that I struck the - -
Homestead,
And G-odi the good old "Aussie" sun shone
great,
As hidden by the bushes at the roadside,
I watched her standin' there beside the gate,
With Sunshine, Love, and Happiness about her,
And "Home," all round the tidy little farm)
With her husband—lucky Digger—close beside
her,
And a laughin', crowin' baby on her arm. '
And this is why one "Digger" ever wanders
From the city to the Bush,across the plain,.
For I know her answer,—had I only "spoken,"
And the Wound that I think healed, bursts
out again,
And she "stood beside" when things were- And the River with its
Voi.ee is callin'
^ anyhow! -\ ^ callin',
A little.Nurse, with drinks ^o soothe While I listen to its quiet
sympathy,
' yer liver, As it winds amid the blue-gums and the
And Lord! her hands were coolin' on wattles,
yer brow, And this is what the river sez to met—
The music of her footsteps was beguilin',
She had Mercy for the very boards she She come from "over West,"
near Black
trod,
When she kissed 'em,-^Diggers"goin'..
We s t" — went smi lin',
To speak her name before the Throne
0' G-odl
I might have "spoken," over there in
- "Blighty,
;?
But pals were ''goin'^West," most every
So I merely said:—"'Well! So long!
Little Sister,
I'll call in at your farm in W.A."
And she looked at me with eyes a kind
o' misty,
Just give a little sigh and clasped
my hand,
And I got work again across the
channel,
Transferrin' Bosch's to the Better Land.
Swan River,^ ....
And she "stood beside" when things were-—
anyhow! ';
A little Nurse, with drinks to soothe yer '
liver,
And Lord! her hands' were coolin' onyer brow^
The music of her footsteps was beguilin',
She had mercy for the very boards she trod,
When she kissed 'em, Diggers "goin' West"—
Yfent smilin', __ ; .'
To speak her name before the Throne o' God*
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94.
I OFT GO OUT AT NIGHT-TIME.
(*Fatrick Macgill)
I..oft go out at night-time
When all the sky's a—flare ;. ,
And little lights of battle
Are dancing in the air.
I' use my pick and shovel
To dig a little hole,
And there I sit till morning—-
A listening-patrol.
A silly little sickle
Of moon is hung above;
Within a pond beside me
The frogs are making love:
I see the German sap—head;
A cow is lying there,
Its belly like a barrel,
Its legs are in the air..
The big guns rip like thunder,
The bullets whizz o'erhead,
But o'er the sea in England
Good people lie abed.
And over there in England
May every honest soul
Sleep sound while we sit watching
On listening patrol.
THE TOMMY'S LAMENT.
I fancy it's not 'arf Ry chance
To go on plodding 'neath my pack,
Parading like a snail through France,
My house upon my bioomin' bac^..
My wants are few, but what I need
Ain't not so much of bully stew,
Nor biscuits, that's a mongrel's feed.,
But, matey, just 'twixt me and you—
When winks the early evening star,
And shadows o'er the trenches come—
I wish the sergeants brought a jar,
And issued double tots of rum.
BEFORE THE CHARGE.
- The night is still and the air is keen,
Tense with "menace the time crawls by, '* -
- In front is the town and its homes are seen,
Blurred in outline against the sky.
The dead leaves float in the sighing air,
The darkness moves like a curtain drawn,
A veil which the morning sun will tear
From the face of deabh,—We charge at dawn.
; _ ON ACTIVE SERVICE.
For,the bloke on Active Service, w'en .
'e goes across the sea,
'E's sure to stand.in terror of the
things 'e doesnt see,
A 'and grenade or mortar as it leaves
the other side
You can see an' 'ear it comin', so you
simply steps aside„
The aeroplane above you may go droppin'
bombs a bit,
But lyin' in your dug-out you're unlucky
if you're 'it,
W'en the breezes fills your trenches
with hasfixiatin' gas,
You puts on your respirator an' allows
the stuff to pass.
Wen you're up against a feller with a.
bayonet long an' keen,
Just 'ave purchase of your weapon an'
you'll drill the beggar clean.
Wen man and 'oss is chargin' you, upon'
your knees you kneel, . .
An' catch the 'oss's breastbone with
an inch of two of steel.
It's sure to end its canter, ah' as the
creature stops
The rider pitches forward an' you catch
'im as 'e drops.' .'
It's w'en 'e sees 'is danger, an' 'e
knows 'is way about
That a bloke is damned unlucky if A's
knocked completely out.
But out on Active Service there are
dangers everywehere, -
The shrapnel shell and bullet that comes
on you unaware, maid,
The saucy little rifle is a perky little
An* w'en you've got ?er i ssage you <ave
done your last parade.
(P.T.O.)
$5.
ON ACTIVE SERVICE (Cont). LETTERS (Cont).
The four-poin&five will seek you
from some-distant leafy wood,
An' taps you on the napper an' you're '
out of step for good.
From the gun within the spinney to
the sniper up a tree
There are terrors waitin' Tommy in the
things 'e doesn't see.
LETTERS.
(Patrick Macgill)
When stand-to hour is over we leave
the parapet,
And scamper to our dug-out to smoke
a cigarette;
The post has brought in parcels and <
letters for us all,
And now we'll light a candle, a little
- penny candle,
A tiny tallow candle, and stick it
to the wall.
Dark shadows cringe and cower on
roof and wall and floor,
And little roving breezes come
rustling through the door;
We open up the letters of friends
across the foam,
And thoughts go back to London, again
we dream of London—
We see the lights of London, of
London and of home.
We've parcels small and parcels of a
quite gigantic size,
We 've Devon cream and butter and
apples baked in pies,
We'll make a night of feasting and
all will have their fill—-
See, cot-mate Bill has dainties,
such dandy, dinky dainties,
She's one to choose the dainties, the
maid that's gone on Bill.
Here comes the ration party with tins
of bully stew—
"Clear off your ration party, we have
'no need of you; ^.^
"Maconachie for breakfast? It ain't no
bloomin' use,
We're faring far, far better, our gifts
from home are better,
Look here, we've something better than
bully after Loos."
The. post comes trenchward nightly; we
hail the post with glee,
Though now we're not as many as once
we used to be,
For some have done their fighting,
packed up and gone away,
And many boys are sleeping, no sound
will break their sleeping,
Brave lusty.comrades sleeping in
little homes.of clay.
We all have read our letters, but one's
untouched so far,
An English maiden's letter to her
sweetheart at the War,
And when we write in answer to tell her
how he fell,
What can we say to cheer her? Oh, what
is now to cheer her?
There's nothing left to cheer her
except the news to tell.
We'll write to her to-morrow and this
is what we'll say,
He breathed her name in dying; in peace
he passed away---'
No words about,his moaning, his anguish
and his pain,
When slowly, slowly dying. God: Fifteen
hours in dying!
He lay a maimed thing dying, alone upon
the plain.
We often write to mothers, to sweethearts
and to wives,
And tell how those who loved them have
given up their lives;
If we're not always truthful, our lies
are always kind,
Our letters lie to cheer them, to solace
and to cheer them,
Oh: anything to cheer them,---the women
left behind*
Oh: Kensington for neatness; it packs
its parcels well,
Though Bow is always bulky it isn't
quite as swell,
But here there's no distinction 'twixt
Kensington and Bow,
We're comrades in the dug-out, all
equals in the dug—out,
We're comrades in the dug-out and
fight a common foe. (Cont).
KITCHENER . OF KHARTUM... ... TO MY COMRADES, (of, the Australian
"* ^ ^ "iMlW. Cannan) "'''.LI&HT-HORSE)
(Trooper Gerardy)
To such as in the Newspapers or
else'where have blamed him. Though/days were, bloody and dread
nights
:___ were/long
: - ' Oh mountain treks beyond the Jordan Valley,
You who fought fear since you had The skylark^s joyous burst of
morning-song
him to.lead . Was ever your reveille.
In the cold anguish of your first distress,
And took the labour of his life t^ make Now crimson poppies .nod
beside the road
A bulwark for your years of idleness;. You followed, when
Damascus T^s a treasure;
Clung to his name, sheltered behind . Before you cast aside your
shoulder—load -
his strength, ' .. For days of life and leisure.
How dare you judge him failure or success?
You who were each an Empire went your ways,
Shuddered at death and laughed-at thought Your tracks through
Sinai are overblown^
of war, And scars of strife in Palestine are *
And when it came, knew nothing; called hidden;
. to him. . . In Lebanon the grass has overgrown
To keep the Terror from your flimsy door; The magic miles you've
ridden.
'You who had tied his hands through. . , r .
strength withheld. PREMONITION
And knowledge flouted, years and (Robert S. Lasker)
.years before. "If I should fall,, dp notjgrieve for me.
I shall be one .with the sun and the wind
You-—you took ail he gave; he who took up and the flowers."
(Leslie Coulson).
Burden of Empire that was yours to bear, : .
And walked through hells you'll never
know to find ' If I should fall, my presence may;be
The hard-*won wisdom of a soldier there; sought
And went out into silence on the sea, In all the teeming beauty
of the earth.
And left his memory to your keeping' With every lovely thing
that. God has
.here. ' wrought
- ---:- You. I shall be one,, and find it it new birth.
You that are each this England, you who live Therefore, ydthin
the shadow of the wind
-As England lives, by such great travailing, Upon.green meadows,
or in April grass
Have you at this high hour no better gift And flowers,,: who
wills my presence
Than your safe smug disparagement can bring?. still might, find..
. ;
He that'died, died for England;- England lives, Which shall
inhabit these until
And you are England; that's the bitter thing. .; , .. 3?ime pass.
. ....;
Seek in tiT.e...gold and purple of the west,
'AFTER THE WAR' . Seek .in the sunshine of a summer:'s day,
., :' . . ' : Seek in. the ocean's silence and unrest
After the war perhaps I'll sit again If you would find me; and,
while seeking,
Out on the tarrace-where I sat with you, :,..,,say.:
And see the changeless sky aiid hills beat blue "He loved all
these—-he loved all
;And live ^n afternoon of summer:'through. lovely things: . -
... :' .:. And from them now his living spirit
.1! shall .remember then, rand;s.ad at. heart .,: . .' . sings."
For the lost day of happiness we knev-r, .-*; .
-Wish only that some other man-were you .. .. - .; ;. . ...
,,'..,... .:
And spoke my nama as:once you used to do. ,-.:-. ...^ '
THE, DESTROYER. . .,--.,,,
(Will Lawson)
She raced.away. down, the sun*.set. track,
Beyond the.mines and the boom)
The spray flashed red on her turtle-back
To the whirr of her engine room.
Her funnels spouted, their smoke-plumes black-
She looked the Spirit of Doom.
Along her. sides the. wavelets hissed,
As she.opened out her speed,
They fell astern to snarl and twist,
And writhe in her wake .and bleed...
Hers v?as a force no &aas, resist,
.And she gave them little heed. . ..
Away in the west the red sun sunk
To drown in the heaving flood;
And fast — with never a noisy crank
Or piston rod a-thud,
Her stern set low in the high wave-bank—
She swam on a sea of.blood.
Into the nighty when the sun had gone,
The fast destroyer flew,
And never a-side-light gleamed or shone,
As the pale stars grew and grew. . -
What'errand grim did she speed upon?
Only her captain knew.
Through the sweeping seas she clove a track ^
Into the blinding gloom—
Stumpy-funnelled, sinister, black-
She was the' Spirit of Doom.
And the keen spray hailed on her turtle—back,
To the throb of her engine—room.
Back to our forts the destroyer crept,
As the dawn rushed in aflame;
Her stacks were blistered, her decks sea—swept,"
But she'licked her lips as she came;
And she took her place where her comrades slept,
Like a hound that had killed its'game. :.
MISSING — BELIEVED KILLED
(ON BEADING A MOTHER'S LETTER)
'Twere heaven enough to fill my heart
If only one would stay,
Just one of all the million joys
God gives to take away.
If I could keep one golden dawn,
The splendour of one star,
One silver glint of yon bird's wing
That flashes from afar;
If I could keep the least of things
That make me catch my breath
To gasp w&th wonder at God's world
And. hold it hack from deaths
It were enough; but death forbids. ,.
The sunset flames to fade,
The velvet petals of this rose
Fall withered —brown—decayed*
She only asked to keep one thing,
The joy-light in his eyes:
God has not even let her know
Where,his dead body lies.
0 Grave, where is thy victory?
0 Death, where is thy sting?
Thy victory is ev'rywhere,
Thy sting's in ev'rything.
THE SNIPER
There's a Jerry over there, Sarge:
Can't you see 'is big square 'ead?
If 'e bobs it up again there,
I'll soon nail 'im—-nail 'im dead.
Gimme up that pair 'o glasses,
And just fix that blinkin' sight.
Gawd: that nearly almost got 'im,
There 'e is now—see? ^Arf right.
If 'e moves again I'll get 'im,
Take these glasses 'ere and see,
What's that? Got 'im through the 'ead,Sarge?
Where's my blarsted cup o,' .tea?:.;.J--..:
(Contd) - '"'
THE SECRET
You were askin' 'ow we sticks it,
Sticks this blarsted rain and mud,
'Ow it is we keeps on smilin'
When the place runs red wi' blood,
Since you're asking I can tell ye,
And I thinks I tells ye true,
But it ain^t official, mind ye,
It^s a tip 'twixt me and you.
For the General thinks it's tactics,
And the bloomin' plans 'e makes:
And the CO. thinks it^s trainin',
"And the trouble as he takess
Sarglnt-Major says it's drilling
And;'is straff in', onpare.de;
Doctor swears it's sanitation,
;..And some patent stinks 'e's made,
Padre tells us it^s religion,
And the spirit of the Lord;
But I ain't got much religion,
And I sticks it still, by Gawd.
Quarters kids us it's the rations,
And the dinners as we gets:
But I know! what keeps us smiling
It's the Woodbine Cigarettes.
For the daytime seems more dreary,
And the night-time seams to drag
To eternity of darkness,
When ye 'aven't got a fag,
Then the rain seems some.'ow wetter,
And the cold cuts twice as keen,
And ye keeps on seein' Boches,
What the Sargint 'asn't seen.
If ole Fritz 'as been and got ye,
And ye 'ave to stick the pain,
If ye 'aveh't got & fag on,
t?hy, it 'urts as.'bad'again.
When there ain't'no.fags to pull at,
^ Then there's terror'in the ranks.
That's the secret ^-(yesgl^ll ^ave one)
Just a fag — and many Tanks.
"The officers dine in most glorious state
^, On, viands, that are costly and rare,
The serge:ants.feed from a white china plate
And of dainties they too get their share,
The' Diggers get duff—at least now and then-
:;,.And'.areYhealtly 'tis plain to be seen,
But .alii .ranks agree ..they hope ne'er again
To.;*ga,ge on' a Haricot Bean."
THAT BLOKE BATES
99.
'COUNTED FOR"
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'E blundered down the.blighted:trench.,
The geeat big-footed clod,.r; ;t
Fell on-'me, an!, .knockedrme. do.wn, -; --.t. .-
Then on me:r.pipe .f.e;,t.rod;\r,..- ^ li......,,.,^.-
Trod on,' an'., byo^e. 'me^bl^
The only-.o.ne, I 'ad,:_. .;;;,..,:;,,, -
Snapped-it'&ff just; near .the.: bowl$ . ^
Gawd:.. I'weren't, arf mad..*
An 'e's the; bloke as Saved- the Guns, .
That blunderin' awkward-blighter,-
For since v?e "called upon", the.'Uns
'E's been a nasty'.filter, - -
But me, I'me invalided, 'ome,
For I copped a chunk of shell
Right upon me blinkin''ip,
Oh, ain't it.puffic 'ell: .
An' as I liraped.along the.street; . -
Outside the Pallls Gates,
^'vho'd ye think that I should meet
But Mr. blushin' Bates;
'Is arm slung up; yes,' there he sat
Be'ind some swanky 'osses.,
Been to call upon the King
For oner.oi^hem there crosses.
The crowd* they - yelled thesselyes all. ' oarse,
li'Shich, they some'ow cawn't .be'hlamed,
"An 'oos the man as' got "The Crorss'?"
Some nearby gent exclaimed.
"Gent", I says, "I knows the bloke,
I does, so 'elp me swipe--.
"E's Privit Bates, the swab who broke
Me favrit? bloomin' pipe."
' . GALLIPOLI
Upon'the margin,of: a rugged shore
There is a spot now barren, desolate,
A place of graves, sodden with human gore
That Time will hallow,Memory consecrate.
There lier the ashes .of the mighty dead,
The youth wno'lit with flame Obscurity,
Fought true for Freedom; won through rain
. :of lead . . '
Undying.fame, their immortality. over,
The stranger wandering when the war.is
The ploughman there' driving hi& coulter
'-. *. *- ide^ap,
' The husbandmen who golden harvests reap—
From hill aRd ravine, from- each plain and
. :-:' 'cover, : ,' ' '
Will hear, a shout,see phantoms on the marge,
See me again making a deathless charge.
Five-andrfifty sprightly lads
Are standing on parade^
The Section's Roll is quickly called
And not,a.man has strayed.
Then fIve-and-fifty pairs of heels
Together smartly click,"'.
'Mid murmurs from admiring throngs ,
"Phew: Section Five is slick:"
Fall in upon your N.C.O.",*
The order is obeyed.
(Be not alrmed, though fallen on
He never needs First Aid.)
But,.he, good man, .whoe'er he be,
Assigns.us each a task, .
And some get,light and easy.jobs',
Others—more than they asks
Six men in deep humility,
Before 'tis seven o'clock,
Go down on hands and knees.to scrub
The 'Administrative Block;
For seven successive morns they writhe
In anguish sore to see,
But on the eighth each man falls sick .
Wi th chronic Housemaid' s Knee. / J '..
A score of men;are.marched "two,deep",
Towards the Comp'ny's mess,
And what they find awaiting there
Appals them, I confess;, , ... .
For while the bitter wintry air!
Coagulates their blood,.
They pee-1 the epidermis
From the soil-beladen "spud."
But' five and fif&y hungry lads
Complete their tasks at length,
And swiftly glide to breakfast
To recover wasted strength.
Their bully beef and bacon .
They attack with frantic glee,
Or stab the sulky "submarine,"
And Wish it down with tea.
Many a wife in days to come,
When strife at length is o'er^
Comp&&ccntly will sit and watch
Herhubby scrub the floor. *
And as he slices carrots
And Removes potato eyes,
She'll murmur, "War is, after .all,,
A blessing in disguise."
100.
THE PENSIONER
tlm and me Was kids together,
Played toge'the.r^ weht' tb school-,'' .
Where Miss .Jenkins used to rap us
On our knuckle's wiv a'rule.
!Aen we -left -we worked together,*
'At the Factory, ma'kii-L' 'jam,'':
Cawd 'ave mercy -o'n u's' Wom^h^'
-I'm'f^il up 'today'-- I am.
'^eli T minds 'the''August Monday, '
When 'e said 'e loved met'ru.e,
Underneath the copper beech tree,
With the moonbeams shi-n'ing through.
Then we walked down by the river3
Silent—like ah'and in 'aad,
Till we came there by the Ketch Inn,
Where them.-two "big- willows stand.
There.'e caught"me 'roughly to 'im,
And 'is-voice was ^oarse and wild,
As 'e whispered through 'is kisses,
"Will ye-mother-me my child?"
An' I took and kissed and kissed 'im,
Sweet as-love and long as life,-
Vowed while breath was in my body
I v^ouldbe 'is faithful wife.
An' I .seemed to see 'is baby,
' Smiling as 'e lay at'rest,
With 'is-tiny 'and a-clutching
At the softness of my breast.
Gawd above,'them days was 'eaven -
I can see the river shine ' *
Like a band of silver ribbon:
I can feel-'is 'and in mine, - -
I can fe^fl them red *'ot kisses':
On my lips:. or on my 'air,"
I can. feel'/is arm" tight rounds me,.
Gawd:-I' tell ye it-ain't fair.
Look ye what the war ^s done at 'im,
Lying there as still as death.
See 'is mouth all screwed and twisted,
With the pain of drawing breath:
But of course I -'ave a pension, .
Coming reg'lar every week. '
So I aint' gbt'muehto grouse at—
I suppose it's like my cheek,
Q-rousin'* when" a grateful country
Buys my food and.pays my. rent.
I should be most .'umbly grateful
That my John was one .as went, ......
Went to fight for King and Country,
Like a 'eroand.a.man, ... -.
I should be mos^. dumbly grateful,
And^ust dp as t)e'st,Ican. - .:.,
But my pension won't buy kisses,
An ' e^ll r'B,;eve2'.:..kiss, again, / *
'E ain't.got-no.-kissin'. in. 'im, ..'
Aint.-M got nothin': n*ow—^but.pain. ;
Not as I would ever change °im. ;;
For 'the'-strongest, man alive-o. '
Viihile the breath'i3 in my body. .1
.Still; I'll mother, ^im—and.strive
That I keeps my face still "smiling,
Though:my 'eart is fit to break;
As. 1. lives, a, married widow., : ' ..
So I' 11..'live on for ^.i-s: sake,
But I says — Let them as makes 'em
Fight their wars and mourn their;dead,
Let their'women sleep for ever-.
In aloveless,. childless bed.
No-*IkhoW--- it ain^t ri^h-t talking
But there's times as I am:wild^
Gawd; you dunno' ow I wants it —-
'Ow I wants—a child--?-is childr .
THE SPIRIT.
When there.ain't no gal to kiss you,
Ahd the postman-seems to miss you,
And the fags have missed an issue,
< Carry on.
When ye've got.an empty belly,
And the '?bu.t.ly's'! rotten smelly,
And you're shivering like a;jelly,
.'. Carry on. .
When the Bpche has done your chum in,
And the sargint's done the rum in,
And there ain^t no rations. comin',
Carry on.
V)!hen the world is red and reeking,
And the. shrapnel shells are shrieking,
And your blood.is slowly leaking,
- Carry on.
When the broken, battered trenches
Are like bloody butchers' benches,
And.the air is thick with stenches,
Carry on.
wan,
'Carry on, Though your pals, are pale and
And the hope of life is gone, Carry on:
For to do more than you can
Is to be a British man,.
Not..a.ro.tten'!.al.sb^ran!!^-. -
,,^CA^RY ON:.....
From a Christmas Letter.
"I was eatin' Christmas puddin* in the mud,
^When a whizzbang 'it me collar wiv a thud,
An' I honestTy expected that me bits 'ud be collected,
But my luck was in---the beggar was a dud."
"I say, cobber, got 'ny room in
^ there for me an' another bloke?"
"When we had to thaw our boots
before we could put them on our
remarks were not pleasant to
hear."
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TIB COURT MARTIAL.
101.
(Harold Hansell).
"Court Martial?'' said the Potato-Peeler. "If sisomething like
the Military
Cross spelt backwards. 'Taint quite so great a honner'—and twice
as easy ,
to get." ..'"": .,
Old Dad is fairly off his head
Out at Bulgandra Flat;
He's roaming all around the town
In Sunday coat and hate
He's had a letter from the Front,
From his young son, Big Ben—
"I'm goln to be Court-Martiailed,Dad:
On Saturday at ten."
^1 guess he'll chum up with 'The Nobs,'
And shake hands with the King— ,
Perhap's he'll have to. stay to lunch
And then be asked'to sing;
And if he is, By Holy Smoke:
They will hear something when
He's had a glass of beer or two--
My only son, Big Ben,
"Great snakes:" cries Dad; "now that
will show
The grit that-s in our race;
He's only been a fortnight there
And yet he's took his place
Among the nighty of the land.
Ain't they quick-sighted men?-
< They're goih' to make Court Martial
Of my own son, young Big Ben.
"When Ben comes to Bulgandra Flat,
With all the foe passed out,
The Concertinas will tune up, :
The Band of Hope will shout: .
'All Ale: All Ale: Court Martial:::'
My: we'll turn some corkscrews when
He comes back to Bulgandra Flat—
My hero son, Big Ben."
"I knew that Ben would make his mark
When he get/to the -War ^
I guess he took command o' things
And give the foe 'what for;'
Or else took charge of the canteen,
And wouldn't quit it when
They gave the order to retreat—
My hero son, Big Ben.
"The parson read the letter,
And he looked quite pleased,you bet:
He said 'Whatever Ben deserved
That same he'd surely get.;
And that the sword came, after all,
Quite second, to the pen,'
Which brought such comfort to my
heart
From my own son, Big Ben.
______________ (Cont.)
"There is an old Trooper called Durham,
^Whose pace is like that of a wbr-um,
But the day is in sight, _
When we'll enter the Bight,
Then to hell with the ship and the
fir-urn."
THE JESTER IN THE THENCE.
(Leon Gellert)
That just reminds me of a yarn;
And everybody turned to hear his tale.
He had a thousand yarns inside his head.
They waited for him, ready with t&eir
mirth
And creeping smiles,-—then suddenly
turned pale,
Grew still, and gazed upon the earth.
They heard no tale. No further word
was said.
And with his untold fun,
Half leaning on Ms gmi,
They left him — dead.
During the freeze in France in 19l6,a
Tommy officer slipped on the duckboards.
He got up, turned to a grinning Aussie,
and exclaimed, "I suppose that is what
you Australians^ would call a gutzah?"
"My—oath, that was a — snifter,"
said the Aussie.
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THE-JESTER IN THE TRENCH.
(Leon Gellert)
'That reminds me 6f a yam/'' he said; .
And everybody turned to hear his tale.
He had a thousand yarns inside his head.
They waited for him, ready with their mirth
And creeping smiles,—then suddenly
turned pale,'
8-rew still, and gazed upon the earth.
They heard 30,tale a No. further word ..
' ' ...was. said/ ',/'
And with his'untold fun, ,
Half leaning _ on.Ms gun,
They left hiirw-r<3.ead. ' ,
THE CROSS. (Leon Gellert)
'I wear a cross of bronze,- he said,
'And men have told me I was brave.,'
He turned his head,
And, pointing to a grave,
-They told me that my work of war was done.'
His fierce mouth se'i*.
'And yet, and yet...'...''
He trembled where he stood.
'And yet, and yet.......,
I have not won
That broken cross cf wcod:l
THE CRIPPLE.......(Leon Geilort)
He totters round and dangles those
-odd 'shapes
That were his legs. His eyes are never dim.
He brags' about -his*fame between'the tapes,
And laughs the loudest when they laugh at
" ' him*
Amid the'fights O'f-snow he takes a hand;
Accepts his small defeat?, and with a smile.
He rises from the ground., and makes his stand:
With clumsiness, but battleg hard the while.
So quioK to see the pain in fellow men,
He chides them;yea,—-and laughs them into
youth:
And yet, when death was near to one,
'twas then
About his kindly heart we leamt the truth.
Since nowadays of cheer there is dearth,
'Twas smiles or tears, and.so he chose the
mirth.
.A NIGHT ATTACK, . (Leon Gellert)
Be still. The bleeding night is in
suspense
Of watchful agony and coloured, thought,
And every beating vein and trembling''
- . . sense, *
Long tired with time, is pitched and
overwrought,,
And for the eye, the darkness,hoIds
strange forms. . '/' ',"';
Soft movements in the leaves, and*
wicked glows
That 7?ait and peer. The whole black
landscape swarms
With shapes of white and grey that no
one-knows:
And for the ear, a -:ound, a pause,
a breath,
A distant hurried footstep moving fast.
The hand has touched the slimy face of
death.
The mind: is'raking at the ragged past.
....... A. sound of rifles rattles
from the south,
And startled orders move from mouth
* to mouth.
THE ATTACH AT DAW. (LMn^ejAert)
'At eveiy cost,- they s'aid,'It-W
..-. . be-done,. * /- /
They tb.ld us in the early afterhodn^
We sit and wait *t;he coming of the-sun„
We sit in groups,---grey groups that
watch the moon.,, -'--'
We stretch our legs'and murmur half in
sleep,
And touch the tips of bayonets and yawn,
Our hanl? are colds They strangely grope
* ' and/ creep,'"' /- -"' . --''-
Tugging at ends of strapb!. We-Wait -the
-'-' -'"'dawn. "^^
Some men come stumbl3.ng past in single
' '-'' -" ' -'-'* ' file^
And scrape the trenches side and scatter
sand. ****
They trip and curse and go.Perhaps we
smile.. ,,
We wait the dawns ^., .The' dawn is close
at hand//^ - (p,T.O.)
THE ATTACK AT DAW?. . (Cont),
lGj.
THE NAVY'S SOUL (Harold Hansell)
A gentle'rustling run? along the line.
'At every cost.' they said, ,*It must
be done.^
A hundred eyes are staring for the sign;
It's coming: Look:....Our God's own
laughing sun:
THE DEATH (Leon Gellert)
I'm hit. It's come at last. I feel
a smart
Of. needles in.,.Iy God....I'mhit again:
No pain this time....no pain..and yet.r.
By heart...... ' '
Where is my heart? 'Tis strange I feel
'no pain. ''
The night is stilly the night is
very still.
I feel the April rain upon ny hair. .
I see;the lights upon the yonder hill
Agleam and shining in the silent air.
Gow soft the grasses seem—-hew soft
' and cool:
How long the valley looks-—hew long
<. and deep;
How warm the rain: I feel a little pool
Beside my hand. I feel.....Can this
be sleep?
Can this he sleep.....this buzzing in
my head?
Good God: Alight: A light:
The pool: I'm xxx.
Ships and'banhoh, steam- and coal
Cannot make-a Navy's soul:
It ^ s the Men who make her go
Ripping thro'the Ages so.. "'
Let her go': .^! <
.Let her go through thick and thin.
Danger: Facing it we win.:.
If we: lose, ^tis,Fate's decree;
But, so' f ar,'. it' s .bean: Victory!
Let her^ga: : .L .
Storey seas oiE leaden grey,
Hidden daggers: What are they?
Over all the watch-dogs dance,
Face the odds and take the chance.
Let her go:
Let her go in all her might,
Big guns speak for truth and right;
Sheels call shrill for Peace at sea,
The Peace that comes from Victory.
Let her go:
England's Navy still doth roam
Proudly o'er the white—flecked foam;
Heroes sail —- and Herpes 'sleep
With their God beneath the deep.
Let her go:
Let her go! Full steam ahead:
Living will avenge the Dead.
England: Mistress of the Sea,
For Honor, King and Victory,
Let her go <
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154.
THE THOUSANDTH MAM
(Rudyard Kipling.)
One man.....in a thousand,' Sblem6&--say.s,r .'.-:-.
Will stick more close than a brother.
And it's worth while seeking him half
....... " .your days .:
If you find him, before the other.' '
Nine hundred and^ ninety-nine depend *
On what the world sees in you, " ''-';'.':..
But the Thousandth Man will stand your
, - .: -. ;. .friend-
With the whole round world agin you.
'Tis neither promise: nor; prayer nor show.:;
Will settle the finding, for !-ee + .. -- '." .'
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em go -
By your looks or your acts or your glory.
^GUNGA DIN.
(Rudyard Kipling.) .
You maytalkp'^gin' and beer
When.-:y^u.j.re r.quarte.red ..'safe out ' ere,
An' ypu're.-.sent.'.'to pehny--fights ah'^
Aldershot it;..
But when it comes to slaughter -
You will 4oi.your work on water,
An';y^u*ll: 'lick 'the.,^ boots of 'im
-. . ':- ,, / that's got it.
Now in Jnjia'ssimnX' clime,.'' ' '. *
Where I used to spend my time -
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them-b.lackfaced .crew -' -
The finest^ man I knev7'
Was our regimental, bhisti,..Gunga Din.
He was "Din: Din:'Dipl ' :
You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din:
Hi! slippy hitherao:
Water, get it: Fanee Lao:
You squidgy-hbsed old idol, G-unga Din."
The uniform 'e wore
Was nothin' much before,
An' rather less than 'arf o' that b'e'ind,
For a piece o' twisty rag
An' a goatskin water—bag
Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.
When the sweatin' troop—train lay
In a sidin' through the day,
Where the 'eat would make your bloomin'
eyebrows crawl,
*________ (Cont.)
GUNGA DIN. (Cont.) - '
We showed "Harry By;"
Till out throats wer.e^bricky-dry, _
Then we wpped* 'im 'cause ^e.could'h.t.
serve us all.
It was "Din: Din: Din:
You ' eathe'n, ..where'. the mischief :-'ave:you .,;,.
'*"**.'.:-'^ '----- .been?.:,,; ^
You put some juldee.init ' '
Or 1'11'marrow.yputMs minute ... .:....
If you don't' fill up my-helmet,'Suhga Din:"
'E would dot an' earry one
Till the longest-day was done;
An'' 'e did'nt seem to know the use of fear.
If we charged or broke or cut, -
You could bet- your bloomin:'-.rnut.,......rj.*
'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank
rear.
With 'ismussick on 'is back,: ''.'";. .,';:... , - ;
'E-would skip with: our attack,
An' watch us till the bugles, made ".Retire^"
An' for all 'is dirty''ide.- .:....' .,*;*
'E was white, clear vitite, inside ,
Wiien 'e went to tendthe'wounded under fire: ^
It was.''.Din: ^Din:'Din:"
With the bullets kickin'- dust-^spot's on.the
"".'.' ; green.
When the cartridges ran' out, - .,;.. ...- ._.-
Youc.ould.hearthe front—rank shout, ,;
"Hi: Ammunition—mules andGunga' Din*"
I sha'n'.tforgit the night
When I dropped be'ihd the fight ; ;
With,a bullet where'my'belt—p should'a'
. ;' .. - . : . . been.
I was'chold.n mad-with thirst, .
An' the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin','gruntin' Gunga
Din.
'E lifted up my-'ead,' '- ;.:.-'. ; ...
An' he plugged me where I bledj'.;.
An' 'e guv me 'arf—a—pint o' water—green:
It was crawlin' and ...it. stunk,
But of all t^e drinks I've drunk, .._^*
I!m gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
It was "Din: Din: Din:
'Era's a beggar with a bullet through 'is
spleen;
'E's chawin' up the ground, <y
An! 'e's kickin' all around^
For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din:"
___________ (Cont.)
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(Rudyard Kipling,)- _
.;'Ercarried..m.e. away . - ;' ... -.. ^ -. 17
iT^.j where ado.olirlay., .....: ...'_'.'-
-An."' _a bullet come an.!...drilled the/beggar
'E. put me. safe inside., ....://. clean.
An^ just before.-^e died,
!'l 'ope you'liked your drink,.-!, sez Gunga
' So I.'11 meet !im later on. Din.
At.the place where, 'e is gone—
Where it's always double.drill and no
canteen;
'E'llbo-.squattin' on the coals
Givin'.dri;ik to poor daiimed soals,
'An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga
Din:
Yes, Din: Din: Din:
Tou Lazarushign—leather Gunga Din:
Though I've belted you and flayed you,
By. the livin' Gawd . that made you,
You^re a better man than 1 am, .GuhgaDin.
. THE RETURN.. . '^ r.-... '.,
(F ^t ri ck Maggi11.) -
There's a.tramp o' feet in thememin',
There's anr-oath from, an N.CO.,
.As. up-the..-; read to the trenches
The bromi-battaliens go: .
Guns and rifles and wagons,
Transports and horses and men,
Up with the flush of the dawning
And back with the night .again..
Back agajn from the battle,
From the mates we ?ve left behind,
And our officers are gloomy
And the N.CC.^s are kind'
!i?hen a Jew<s harp breaks the silence,
purring an old refrain,
Singing.the song of the soldier,
"Here we are again.:"
Here, we are: ;.^
Here we are:
Oh: here we ere again: .
Some have gone west, *
Best of thebest,
Lying out in the rain,.',--.
Stiff as stones in the open,
Out of the. doings for good.
They'll never come back to advance or
attack;
But, God: don't we wish that they could:
THE FLY.
.. (Patrick...Maggill.).
Buzz—fly and gad—fly, dragon—fly ...and blue,
When you're in the trenches come and visit
you,
They revel, in your butter-dish and iriot on
. .;. ... your ham,
Drill upon the army cheese and loot the-
army jam.
They're with you in the dusk and the ,,
dawning and the noon,
They come in close formation, in column
and platoon.
There's never zest like Tommy's zest when *
these have got to die:
For Tommy takes his puttees off and strafs
the blooming fly.
STRAFS THAT FLY. ! -
(Patrick Maggill,)
(Bully-Grenay.)
There's the butter, gad, and horse—fly,
The blow—fly. and the .blue,
The fine fly and the...course fly, ...
But never flew a worse fly.
Of all.the fli^e.s that flew
Than the little sneaky black fly
That gobbles up our ham,
The beggar's not a slack fly,-
He realty is a crack fly,
And wolfs the soldiers' jam.
So straf' that fly: our mot-tt)
Is ''Straf? him when you can,"
He'll die because he ought to,
He'll go because he!.s.got ito.,;....
So at him, every.man: . *.' ...
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'. - RECESSIONAL .(Rudyard Kipling)
God -of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-^lung battle line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget: ' -
The tumult and the shouting dies;
The captains and the kings depart!
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
Acr humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget:
Far—called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo,.all.our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre:
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget.
If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget-^—lest we forget:
For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on lust,
And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,
For frantic boast.and foolish word—
Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord: .
Amen.
^ BEFORE ACTION. (Leon Gellert)
We always had to do our work at night,
I wondered why we had to be so s3y.
I wondered why we couln^t have our fight
Under the open sky.
I wondered why I always felt so cold.
I wondered why the orders seemed so slow,
So slow to come, so whisperingly told,
So whisperingly low.
I wondered if my packing-straps were tight,
And wondered why I wondered ...Sound
went wild.....
An order came....I ran into the night,
Wondering why I smiled.
THE. BURIAL. (Leon Gellert)
What task is this that so unnerves me now?
When pity should be dead^and has b'een dead.
Unloose that sheet from round the pierced "*
brow;
What matter blood is seen,fdr blood is red,
And red's the colour of the clammy earth.
Be not so solemn,^--r-There's no need to pray;^
But rather smile,—yea,laugh:lf pure,thy
mirth
Is right .He laughed himself but yesterday.
That pay-book? Take it from him, Ours a debt
No gold can ever pay. That cross of wood
About his neck? That must remain, and yet
He needs it not, because his heart was good.
We'll house him ^neath these broken shrubs;
dig deep.
He's tired, God knows, and needs a little
sleep,
THE DIGGERS. (Leon Gellert)
The diggers are digging,and digging deep,
They're digging and singing,.
And I'<m.asleep. ^
They're digging and singing, and swiftly
they're swinging
The flying earth as it falls in a heap.
And.some of it scatters and falls on my
head; ^*
But. the diggers dig on. They* can only dig.
They can only sing, and their eyes are big.
Their eyes are big and,heavy as lead.
They dig and they sing and they think
I'm dead.
The diggers are digging,and.filling the
hole.
They're sighing and sighing.
They pray for-my soul.
I hear what they say, and from where I,
! am lying;
I hear a new corporal calling the roll,
But the diggers dig on and fill in my bed.
The diggers dig on, and they sweat and ^
they sweat.
They, sigh and they sigh,and their eyes
are wet.
The brown earth clatters and covers my
head; -^
Then I laugh and I laugh, for they think
I'm dead.
THE AIRMEN.
(J. Alex Allan).
"Aeroplanes—-the army's eyes that see, and.its beaks that peck.'.
As high\from the sweep of the cloud-
line as the clouds than the cities /-- "' ^^\
are higher,
We leave in the'wake of our winging a
trail that is fretted with fire:
IMseen:grom.the.'greyness below us, where.
the cannonade^'challenge and roar,
We ride OR the the stream of the sunlig
on the breast of the cloud—wrack we soar^
Through the folds of the fog in the lower,
through the glare of the uppermost spaces,
We drive with the blindness about us and t
buffeting wind on our faces.
The stave that the: singing propeller, tha?
the. wind in the wires.is humming,
Chants death to the junctions below us, the
camp that lies dark.to our coming,
The threat that we bring shall you wake to,
the doom of your fattest domihidns
With the beat of. our engines' approaching,
the slant of the silk in our pinions-
Fate's falcons that watch where you,cower, .
down-swooping, reversing and Checking—
The eyes of the.arty for seeing, the beaks
of the army for packing*
Far down-on the-white of the' roadways, the
green of the meadowlahd grasses,
A serpent winds laborihg- oaward—the - brown
of the coluiim'that p^ses^
A thrust ron. the piloting-rhandle, the rush
that descends, and-decreases,
The joy of the.hawk o'er the quarry, the
click of the bomb that releases,
Your vapor-^balls ringirg me harmless, my
answering-gunner's derision, ,
.Burst limbers and:screaming of horses, the
shreds of the shattered division,
Torn fragments that cumber the roadway, rude
panic unloosed and unknowing,
Blind fear that goes hotfoot for safety, nor
stands on its order of going!
Swift spies of your camouflaged cannon, your
bough—woven screens that dissemble,
Keen hunters we haunt your reserve-lines,your
convoys-ahd troups that assemble:
Small respite or rest shall we grant you,
poor leisure for.ruing or recking—
The eyes of the-army for seeing, the beaks
of the army for pecking.
A speck on the rim of the ether, a mete
=on the distant blue showing, ..
A formlesshess merging and forming, a
shapelessness shaping and growing:.
Drag back on the iever:Short mercy on
him who shall dally' delaying, *;
Scant shrift to the one who- waits under
while fthefoemen'may stoop to the
' - '* slaying:' ;
The palm unto him who shall bear it—
the ra<:e to the speediest runner*,
Fate compass the course lest they ram us-
God steady the gun and the gunner:
Gone past: And a bare yard between us?
Cross-fire that still rattles and
-dwindles?-
Hard down to the rightj lest we lose him
where his rocking plane- ciroles and
spindles;
A shot through the tank—and to earthward,
in smoke and smother of fire,
Goes reeling a.crumple of fabric, a
tangle of metal and wire':.y..:
Winged prophets are we of disaster, red
bringers of ruin and wrecking——
The eyes of the army for seeing, the
beaks of thearmy for pecking.
Right as ninepence, thank ye kindly,.
There .are umpty yorse than-me,
I'd be fit to fight to-mgrrer
If my bloomin' eyes coulS sse.,
But they can't^ sir, that's the noosance,
I'm as blind as forty bats-
And I!.!as to work by feel, sir, r .
Like ye does at night for chats. "
-Ow it happened?—well it happened
pn'a.bloomih' night patrol.
When I got a blinkin ^ whizzbang
To myself and got It whole,
Yes, the last thing as I seed,, sir, .
Were a burst of silver light,
And it went and left.the darkness4
^Causw it took eway my sight.
There was me and old Bill Dnuy
And 'e got one through the 'ead;
We tried -urd to fethh 'im back,sir,
But it weren^t no bon—-'e's dead. -
And it^s when 1 thinl^s of ?im, sir,
Uv ^ls kiddies and 'is wife^
:That I. thanks the 5ne*above, sir,
That I still ^a.ve gotmy life/ .:
There'are times I^ants to see',' 'sir,
Like a-'beggar-.want's a meal,'
But when I remembereBillle,
Then I ain-t'dispoBed to squeal.
Tor I'-ve got my legs and'arms, sir,.
And these ;'ahds Is willing still,
I can do my job of fork yet;
I'.candoi'C"-^andIwill<,..
There's just one- thing I'm afeard on,
-—-Wili they find me'work'to.doY.^.^^
Tha^i' s the thing as maL^e s me worry,
Same as it would worry you. ' .
When this blarst.ed war is over,'
And we settles dahn again
To the makin' of 'the money, "
Will they'still remember then?
Yes,. I know they've been, and-promised,
. But it's easy to forget.,....
When the' sheutih- s done, and oyer,
There's accounts to settle.yet.
There'll be thbusands,'.s.ama. as. me, sir,
Out to'do what work they can,
Not disabled, but like, me, sir,
Hot just, everybody's'man.
Will they find us jobs to work at
Where two 'ands can earn their pay,
For a wage enough to keep us.........
Free from debt^ and pay our way?
WORRY (ContJ
That'*' si the only thing as worries
When'I'''sH's''me down to^ think,
Will I.get my charhce of 'one, sir,
And enough to eat and drink?
OLD AND^NBW YEARS,
' (Fred Johns)
.Gone the/old years, sorrow laden,
Bearingwith them streams of tears
-Shattered hopes for many thousands,
Untold griefs, years filled with fears.
Gone old years with memories,
Of the bitterness of strife,
Of suffer iag and mi ser i e s,
And the infamies of life.
Come the new years, richly laden :
. With the choicest gifts of heaven,
With pe'ace on earth, goodwill to men,--
Fruits of nob^e service given.
Come new year's with remembrance
- Of those who paid tremendous price;
Our resolve's to prove worthy
Of all who* made their sacrifice. -
A. MOTHER UNDERSTANDS' . "
(G.A.Studdart Kennedy)
Dear Lord, I hold my hand to take
Thy body, broken here for me, . "" ' ...
Accept the sacrifice I make,
My body broken, there, for Thee.
His was-my body, born of me,
Born of my bitter travail pain,
And it lies broken on the field,
Swept by the wind and the rain.
Surely a Mother understands Thy thorn-
crowned head,
The mystery of Thy pierced hands——the
' Broken Bread.
"The best definition of a 'Gutzer'
requires a knowledge of modem German to
be understood. For further information
apply to the All-Highest."
13$,
TBB LISTENERS.
(Being the wail of the Recruiting Sergeant)
Gord, wont anything move yer?
Same old faces 'ere
Day after day, an' week after, week, _ .
All through the bloomin- year;
Some that are stolid, an' grinnin' some,
'Urryin'^driftin!, you go, and come,
Listen^ an- olapme; an'-shout "Oo^ey:"
That was a bonzer speech, y' say.
'Itch up your shoulders,an' walk swagr:'
Dinkmn, you sicken me, standing there—
Methatsbeenputtin' it straight an' fair,
P'raps thereJ*s a way to reach yer --
Dont seem to be my way:
You; Wont anything move yer,
Anything shift yer ,*—
Bh?
'Tisn't because I foiler
Blokes with the Oxford bleat —
Them that can frame, with 'oneyed words,
Bait for your frozen feet,
Blokes that can limber a "aitch" or "g"
On to the spot where it oughter be;
^o^ their.;'ot words an' their kiddin' fine
An' the speeches they 'url at your waitin'
Can*!t.get yer mo-?is', no more'nmine:'.
Seems-to me only on s;hing yer* 11 do —
You're flamin' good listeners, through an' through
You that are suckin' your gob sticks
There by the kerbstone, say,_
S'posin I- lobbed yer a bomb or two.
Think that'd shift yer„
Eh? "
Think there's a thing that'd budge yer
Oivc of your attitood —
Make yer pull faces or interrupt,
Swear, or do something rv.de?
Orderly dials an' nice-black 'ats
Collars an^ weskits an'' fags an' spats —
Struth, if your listening /elped us win
You'de be the Kings, as I'll give yer in:
Gord, but I'me_sick of your, listenin:
Waggin^ my flippers an' wastin' skite —
Vh^?' wont yer scrap, are yer too polite?
S'posin' a Zep came over, ^
What do you think you'de say,
Dodgin* a dray lead of gelegnite?
Think it'd start yer?
3th?
You with the willin' ear'oles
Use them for something else: —;
-Come to a place that I know,an'ear
The squealin' of eight inch shells:
Cuddle the dugout, an' under cover,
'Bark to the "Minnies" screamin'over.
Go where the blokes 'oo 'ave learned
to do
'Anker to teach yer a thing or two
More than the things that yer thought
yerknoo:
Me,'oc am 'urt an' 'ave got the sack
(An' bluff in' the doctor to let me
back-?- ,
_I_ am the bloke 'oo would move yer,
Get yer to sign an 'go:
Only — there's nothing '11 do the
trick
No thin' '11 kid yer —
NO.
(This Recruiting Sergeant stood each
lunch hour in 191? at the Melbourne
, Town Hall corner speaking from a
line rostrum inscribed
"Presented by John Wren Esq.)
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BUGLE-CALLS.
(Shall we ever forget them? )
REVEILLE: Get out of bed,get out of
bed, you lazy blighters!
PARADE: Fall in A. Fall in 3. Fall -in: .
every Companee.
COOKHOUSE: Come; to the cookRouse door,
boys, Come to the cookhouse door*
When you see the sergeant cook smile,
Come to- the cookhouse door! '-T'
?0ST: Letters ..frrom.Lousy Lou.. Letters '-'.i
from Lousy,-Lou^ Letters for you and
letters f o.r me^ ^and letters from'
Lousy:Lou.i; . '",
DEFAULTERS:: ,. You can Ice, a'defaulter as
long'ras'';ypu.;like,*.as long, as ybu ',
answer your.namei
RETREAT: You won't gp to heaven'wheh you
die ^ Mary Ann,' n o,, you won ' t, no
you won't Mary** Ann!-'
FAY PARADE: Swinging the lead, -b-oys',.:.'.- -
swinging the lead, always remember:
to work your .head!
LAST POST: ^ ;'-. ' '*' '^
"That most lovely and melanchdily of
^calls; the noble death of-each
day's life; a'sound moving about
hither and thither, liked a veiled
figure making gestures both stately
and tender, among the dim thoughts
that we have about death—the
approaching extinguisher".
(C.E.Montague)
"Lights out; Lights out!
'. "THE COMFORTS." (J.S'.B.)
There's a little Sandbagged possie,'tis
just behind the front,
Where we gets a cup of cocoa when we
comes out from a stunt,
And I tell yer it's bonzer e'en we're
feeling cold and stunned
And we trudges fer our issue ter the
little "Comforts Fund."
Now I ain't^no bally poet,.^or I'd write
its praises high,
But the pongos will remember in the good
old bye-and-bye (Cont)
A PRAISE OF TOBACCO.
"A pipe^ It is a.great comforter, a
pleasant soother! Blue devils fly before
its honest breath! It ripens the brain,
it opens th&.heart, and the man who smokes
thinks like a sage and acts like a
. Samaritan".
—Bulwer^s "Night and Morning."
"The pungent, nose refreshing weed, ^
Which, whether pulverised, it gain
A speedy passage to the brain; .
-Or, whether, touched with fire,'it rise
In circling eddies 'to the-skies,
Does thought more quicken -and refine..
Than all the breath of all the Nine.
-—'Cooper—. . . ,;.-,
Tobacco is ;
A lone man's companion, - .;
Abatchelor's friend, '. -
A hungry man's food,
A sad man's cordial,
A wakeful man's sleep, and
A chilly man's fire. ' .
—Charles Kingsley—
is, squire, the moment, a
"The fact
man takes to a pipe, he becomes, a. philos-
opher:-—-it* s the poor man^s friend.; it_.,
calms themind, soothes the temper, and
makbs a man patient under difficulties'.
It has made more good men, good husbands;
kind masters, indulgent - fathers, than any
other blessed thing.on.this universal ;
earth"* Sam Slick:—The Clock-maker.— :
THE'LAST BARRAGE. (PIP). '
When the last barrage has lifted,
And the dawn of Right breaks thro',
And back we trail to our Bushland—
We will drink, dear friends, to you. '
We will drink a toast to our comrades,
Who fought with us side by side,
And fell ere the barrage lifted,
And the dust of battle died..
"THE COMFORTS" (Cont.)
How they helped us like a cobber w'en
we. came out from the line,
All the lads of Aussie's Army say,
"Our Comforts Fund is fine!"
*J
THE HOME-COMING
Four summers since, in a waning year,
You marshalled u&y--eager to save mankind.
Do you recall? Is the vision clear,
The sequence plain in your ordered mind?
We have weltered and plpdded and dug
j-; ' ^;': ^ and bled, :
Labored, with sweat and our wounds for fee,
That the little lands should be freed
(you said),
And. the world made safe for democracy:
We have fought your fight;, you have .
said your say—
There is a bill to pay:
Leader and servant, through blood and
doubt, .
Striving(you told us) should win to
. light,
And the gristing of gladness would
issue out
From the mills of the Master that
- - grind aright.--
Gain we should garn&#-from grief and loss.
H^lp would be near when the poor man cried,
Fire of battle should purge our dross,
And the seed of the lowly be justified.
These were your .words: If your words
.-..' .were true,
What do you mean "to do? :
Docile and drilled in the ancient ways,
Lightly unquestioning, simply true,
We have fought (how we fought;), for a
flag, .a phrase,' '
The seeming of Right,- and a king or two.
You said (you remember) that afterward
The song of the world, in a sweet, new
chime^
Should smother the dissonance evil-starred
That lived in the old, sad, bitter time.
Masters, we grieve if we do you wrong—
But the waiting is overlong:
111.
(<?,, Alex. Allan)
We can tarry awhile, who were ever used
To waiting till hope ih"'the heart grew
< f ' - : ' ' sick;
Yet power that is laggard is power abused-
And the clouds in the northern sky hang
thick.
A wine that we knew not has poured, and .
passed
To fire in the blood of the world''of men—
A strangeness and newness that waxes fast
Nor ever will wane or be stilled again.
'Twere better, perchance, to recall today
The pledges we bore away.
Was there a meaning upon your tongue
More .than the clamor of hawk-scared birds-*-
Fruit in the tree of your promise hung,
Dawn in the heart of your cloud of words?
There is a lesson that, writ in fire,
The school of our warring and working
_ showed—
A way to the goal of a man's desire,
A shorter, a sterner, a truer road;
Read iH, an then, for your own sweet sake,
Cling to your word—or break.
We- have walked in the darkness where
Terror lives;
The ranks of our muster are gapped and
thin;
Fling us (we earned it) what honor gives
For the worth of your word and our trust
- , therein.
There is never a need for a man to crave
Who has learned of a way that a man may
Yet pay, for the faith that a day may save,
For your pride and our own, and the
land's fair sake:
Was it. my masters, but sham and show -
You mouthed, four years ago?
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^§ran^
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A SONG--OF Tim CHRISTMAS '.^ATliEL
(R..W .Service)
It isn't the foe that we fear;
It isn't '%h& b^nietsr.that'-whine,;.
It ish't ths-busihess ear.eef!.. ; ..^j.u
Of a shell, or tHe^ burst of a mine;
"It isn't -*the,sniper^: whoL gie'ek.-:'' " ' .
To ni$ our^ y eungi' :'h&pe s.. in r^'he- ..'bud., :
No it isn^tJ'theguns.,
And it^.-isR'.it,the..':Huns.^^'_.r.:.'. j. ., -
Its the'MHBy .MUD, MUD.
It'.iiisn!;t.xthe mel.ee rwe- -mind.,:::. -!;. :.,.;.
That o'ften is rather" good fun.r j;:
It isn't .ths ^shrapnel we find?:',,;:.: :,,'
Obtrusive when rained by the ton;.
It isn't the bounce of the bombs *;*
That gives u,-;' a positive pain;
It's the. strafing we get,-;
-Aen-rthej weather-is^w^
l'ts^herRA^^^'^IN,.^'M
It isn!,t'becau§e-,we lack grit '
We shrink-fifom^^ '. .
We.AQn'-trmind the battle a bit;
In fact^-that is what we are for;
It isn'^rthe rumr-jars.and things
Make:;US:WishrWe were back in the fold.:
Its the fingers,,that freeze,, ,, -:
In the boreal freeze, ' "" "*..... '*
It's the COLD, COLD, COLD!
Oh,-the:rain.,-the mud, and the cold,
The eorld^. ,the mud, and the rain;
With weather at zero, it's hard for
-:'-"\\r ,,-,; ..a-hero, ,,.,.. ...'-, ,.
Fr^m,,language that:!,s. rude to refrain^.
Withporyidgy muck to the knees,
With.sky that's a-.pouring a flood.-
Sure,, the .worstof our foes,,-.,. ,,.,,.. ; ,..
Are the pains and* the woes,...... '
pf.tneL'imN.,. the .COIJ), and the MUD.,,,.,,
To AUSTRALIAN: "DIWERS"' AH)*-NURSES
To BRAT^l^'ANp'W^ i;:^.-i:r;yi
This little Australian tribute.
"And none shall pay a nobler, sweeter
tribute to their name,
Than: The Voice of Duty called them
and their eager footsteps came."
(From "The Everlastin' Balld&s")
,FIAN^AGaIf!S ROLL CALL.
.^ -----'---'---''---- Morton)
"Sergeant Flannagan call the roll"
The officer said'tb:Pa.t:,,.:,._ , . -i .r.3 --ari ^
And i^'.salute the serge^n-t's haad'il. r.,r -j
Flew upward.'Jtn.'Ms: hat:;- :-.'/ .;.!' .r.r.t , , ,
He called': the :Mll:, and. counted' all :,,
'The men.he'd got. ih^Iins.,.:,::' .,:.[ .-. ,,
Then said "There Should rbe forty, sor—
'There's only thirty--nine:y" ? : - .-.-.-;-;.,,- j\
Sergeant Flannagan scratched his head,
'And counted "all: again, : ..'-,.- :.r --
He murmured "Forty can't be made
From thirty-nine, that's plain;
One rascal is an absentee, - -
Some scum not worth his salt!"
"Find out," the captain sternly said,
^And tell me who's in fault"/
Sergeant Flannagan in two twos,
*A11 smiling in delight,-,
: Came running to/M.-s officer,
"if ye please, sor, it^.s all right;
There'js no:one-missing, ^^^. ^ ^^.^
.'And.no one breekthe rules, ,,
But Iiforgot- to-call myself—
It's me.andyou's the fools!",. . j.:;, .
COD'S BUSINESS.
We ask too much the help.of skies ..-:,./..
In some unholy enterprise,
And salve our conscience with the thought,
When we-'have won,-'that'! God' has-brought. - ---'".
-^So we have prayed-for aid'divihe^-;;.. *:-''.'*:
"Both sides of ev'ry--'ba.ttle-lihe:. ' -
And yet the clash of fighting-clans .-"
* Is not God'' s business.. War is man's:^':: r.
I doubt if &'6d has ever--stood ' .'.-.:
*0n bloody ground and thought.i't good.
'If c'anhoh ev6Y madg'him'-^g'lad^' '-:::-".r...-.-;
Exultant o.'er one fallen'lad.'*'* ..../-;:-." -.
"No matter which battalions win, : - .-: -.
*I know Cod tMnks',tMt.^V^.is..sin,^: ^ '
Concerned alone the thing shall cease.
War is man's business. Cod's is PEACE.
SONG OF THE PADRES. ,113.
(J* Alex. Allan)
My mother 'eld/by Greenfield's faith—
my father 'eld it too—-
An' I bred close to my mother's side, as
a decent*bloke should do;
An' Baptist,Greek or Methodist, wowser
or Pharisee,
Scotty or Saint or Plymouth Rock, they
was always one tome;
I 'ave loved the smell of trees an'
grass, the river slidin' by,
The ehatterin' birds among the leaves,
the streaky sunset sky,
The shine of seas beneath the moon, the'
tracks of 'ill an' wood,
An' all of Nature's 'andiworks I've
sought an' found 'em good.
I've tqok.no stock in 'ymns or sects,
Bibles or bickerin',
For. I. never leaned to the nosey side,an'
I done no buttin' in;
I've riddled the Ten Commandments through,
I've reckoned life a joke, 7
Yet I think 'E'll see it- the same as me,
looking out for the decent bloke.
But what a straight-out 'ead like me can
never figure out,
Is what-these.'ot prayer-merchants 'ere
are raisin! Cain about.
They're.workin' by'theJtext-^ an' the
text-book's just the same,
No matter what's their creed or lurk or
Bible-punchin' name,
It's got me rattled there an' back, for
it's.most exceedin' odd,
An' I 'ate to think 'ow the 'ole thing
looks to a God like the swaddies' God:
Oh, our.sportin', fightin' Padres,fledged
from Oxford, 'er& or Rome—
I can 'ear them goin' crook about the
padres back at 'ome;
They've chewed the bully-cud with us,
they've bore the battle's brunt
With Tom an' Dick an', 'Arry.'ave our
padres at.-the front."
Oh, they wear no linen overcoat with
lily dooks to match,
But you'll know 'em by their 'earty grin
an' little shoulder-patch.
They will kid you,p'raps,an' chiack, but
they never rub it in
About the brimstone waitin'. for a,bloke
in. mortal sin. .;
They'll sing you '#ms an' comic songs,
an' now an' then will shove *
A fist well 'id;(an' just as well:)
. inside a boxin' glove,
For a swad. don't 'old with prayin',but \
I've stacked against a few
That would swing a 'ealthy knuckle for
the padres that we knoo.
They 'ave been with us through mud 'an
dust an' trench an' trampled wire,
When the ground was spittin' earthquakes
ah' the sky was beltin' fire;
They 'ave listened to our tales of 'ome
an' tarts an' wounds an' grief; ...
They 'ave dined on ration-rabbit,while
we scoffed their ration-beef;
They 'ave rigged impromptoo concerts,
where they knocked the flamin' soul
From a grand pianner.collared from some
German bunny-'ole.; .
Theynever flashed the frozen stare, or
gave the icy dook—-* ..
They was cobber.to the colonel an' the
, regimental cook.
They was thoroughbreds, though .sometimes
short of brush or currycomb—
But I'll bet their ears are burnin' for
the padres back 'at 'ome:
I've come from the West to my father's
'ouse, an' I find the landscape thick
Wi th, "You' re the son: o f a C al athump:",
- an' ''You're abloomin' Mick:"
I 'ave struck the row that never dies,
the yap that will not cease,
Which-is 'ard, an' a little more than -
'ard, on the broodin' Dove of Peace.
I'm safe at last in my father's 'ouse,
an' my spirit's goin' sore
For the 'omely priests of the creedless
creed'I knoo in times before—
The chapel where never an altar showed,
that never a pillar decked;
The creed of the church that 'ad no walls,
the sect that 'ad no sect;
.An' I reckon that if there's any creed a
bloke should 'ang to—-well,
It's the one that the padres peddle there
in the livin' Flanders 'ell;
_____________ (Cont.)
'^* SONG.-'QF THE PADEF.S, (Continued)
If any faith is the only faith, you
can take the oil from me
It's therdinkun one that the padres
. deal in the fiddle oversea;. .:' _r'^.; rj
For I've seen the 'and of. a Salvo, tend
a dyin.',Dublin man,;
An' a wowser"sped by a Brisbane.priest
oojs name.was Sullivan; -
An' a Rabbi liftin' a 5entile up to
murmur.of ..'.ope, -,an' mix
The name of''cms with the name of
Christ, -an- show 'im.the: Crucifix.
An' once or twice to myself I've said,
as I'll say ;Lt. !ere again,
That the padres 'ere are pardres, but :
the padres there are men:
Oh, they ainjt.no kings at the guyve!r^-
spun from pamphlet, text an' tome, ; .-:.
But I'd like to.'ear what they're
sayin' now of the.padres back at 'ome:
.n,. -
' 1- - ' - t.Eudyard Eipl ing)
If you can keep your head when all
about, you
Are losing 'theirs and blaming it on to
If you can trust ycjrself when ::11 men
boubt.you,..., ,.
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by
. waiting, - - *
Or being lied about^ don't.deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give.way to hating,
And. yet don't look. too. good, nor talk
too wise,.;'.;.
If you can'dreamland not.sake .dreams
. your master'.; '. ,:;.;; .'.r '
If you can thinlt—and not maixe ithoughts ;
your aim; ; r.'H ,'
If you can meet with Triumph and'Disaster
And treat those, two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've '
. spoken /. .'
Twisted by knaves, tc make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life
to broken,.
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out
....."tools.
, ; .(dont). '
IF (ContJ
If you can make one heap of all your
winnings .
And-risk it on one turn of pitch-and-
toss,
And lose,, and, start again at your -.. "*
beginnings :
And never breathe a wp^d about,your ' '
''' ' ' - Ios&;^
If you can force your heart.and;nerve .. ' "' .^
and sinew
To serve your turn long after they
Y are gone,
And so held on when.there is nothing
. in y#r;
Except the Will which says to them:
' "Hold on:"
If you can talk with crowds and keep
your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nore lose the
common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends
can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none
too much; -s
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance
.".,- . '' . ' . .run,
Yours is %he Sarth and everything that's
. ;;. ^,., ..... in it, ^
And—-which is more---you'llobe a. Man,:
my son:
MOTHKR.O'MINE.
. . ' .. * r. .^ ' ' ' "
If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O^mother O'mine: -- '
I know whose-love would follow me still, s '"
Mother d' mine, 0 mother o' mine.
If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o' mine, 0 mother o' mine,
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o' mine, 0 mother o' mine. -^
If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would'make me whole,
Mother o^ mipe, 0 Mother 0' mine.
".CREDO"
(M.Bright)
TH
F L,iDIES OF HELL (Cont).
.115.
I believe in the spirit of Anzac,
And may it for ever.abide,
Till it flows thrp;ugh the whole.of ,,.
creation
Like a terrible, wonderful tide.
Till it floods every heart with its
beauty,
Till it fills every soul with its song,
For .that is the only true Credo
For which an Australian need long.
I believe in the spirit of Anzac,
The spirit that ever inspires'
All those who are willing to suffer,
The spirit which lighted the fires
That blazed oh the hot sands of Egypt,
France, Belguim, Gallipoli's heights,
The spirit of him who is willing
To turn down his own little lights.
I believe in the spirit of Anzac,
The spirit of.do and.of dare,
The spirit .of him who is striving
Himself with all others to share,
That is a creed worth defending,
Yforth loving, and living for, aye, :
A creed no man need be ashamed of,
A creed for which all men might die.
THE LADIES OF HELL.. ' ; '
(A German titlefor the Highland Reg-
iments).
The res a toss. of. the Sporran,
A swing ,of the kilt,
And a screech.frae the pipers
in blood—stirring lilt;
They step out together, :
As the pibroch not'es swell—
Oh, they're bonnie, braw fighters,,
The Ladies, of Hell.
They are frae the heather -
And far frae the. moor:; ... ; ....... *..
As the rack of their hillsides
The^r faces are ..dour.
Oh, "The Campbells-are coming"
_Frae corrie and fell—
..What thrill is their slogan,
These Ladies of Hell.
(Cont).
As they charged at Culloden
Like fire o'er the brae,
Their brothers are charging -
In Flanders today.
And one lesson in manners
The Bosche has learned* well;
It's "Make' way for the Ladies"—'
The Ladies of Hell.
THE DINKUM OIL ABOUT "DIGGER". (C.Douglas)
I ain't a bloke for writin' much about the
things out here,
As all spare time I have got is took for
drinkin' beer.
But w'en I reads the Aussie bloke, it always
makes me larf, '
An' near forget there is a War. Oh, strike
me, yes, not 'arf!
The things as some blokes writes about is
real good dinkum mirth,
An' I just take it into me just like for
all I'm worth.
But one thing that I don't:just like is -
'bout a name we've got
An' how v^e got ithitched to us. It's
simply blanky rot.
It was abloke named Smith, I heard, who got'
us this 'ere name..
He was well known up:Queensland way. I!11
tell yer of 'is,fame.
He usta grow these big, sweet bucks, 'ad
um weigh a ton,
An' w'en 'e started diggin' these ('e prized
'em every one),
It took up all his bally time, so we called
him "Digger." .
Each usta take 'imnear.three weeks—an'
, : they kept getting bigger.
Well, as was only, natural,' his kids got
called it too,
An', as yer know, the Smith family has
grew and grew and grew.
Now these kids grew up to be men, an' then
there'come this war,
An' lots *as come away, yer know, like
us blokes did—fer gore.
..Now someone knew these Smiths at 'ome,.so ..
they just carried on .
An' give them this 'ere monicker, which
fitted 'em "Tray Bon". (Cont.)
lli^T" "DINKUM OIL ABOUT THE DIGGER" ('Cont.)
THE DUD. (Mac)
So if they writes an' arsts yer now that
you 'ave got the oil,
Just tell 'urn that it grew from Smiths.,
as Smiths did from our soil, ' ;,
An' if they wants ta argue much, you send
him up ta me,
I know .the real square dinkum oil. So there
yer arei Oompree?' -
STRETCHER-BEARERS.(9.2,)
Stretcher—bearers! Stretcher—bearers^
Seeking in the rain .
Out amongst the flying,death.
For'thos;e who liein'pain,
Bringing in the wounded men-—'
Then out. to' seek again.
Out amongst, the. tangled wire ' .-
(Where they thickest fell) .^ '
Snatching back the threads of life
From, out the jaws of He'll;
Out amongst machine-gun sweep
Arid-blasts of shatt'ring shell.
For you-no mad, exciting charge,
No swift, exultant fight,
But jus-t an endless plodding on
Through the shuddering night;
Making'('neath a star*--shell's gleam)
Where ere a face sMnes white, .
Stretcher-bearers i Stretcher-bearers j
"To you all prais-e be due,
Who ne'er shirked the-issue yet
'When there was work to do;
We who've seen and know your worth
* All touch our hats to you.
THE DINGBAT, (Pip)
He's not a bally Batman, he's a Dingbat
now you know,
We've changed his'blessed monicker for keeps.
We do not call him Orderly or Servant* near
the foe—
And he shines well 'mid polish tins in heaps.
A Dud lies here, disturb him mot ' .
But let him rest in peaces
He resteth from the weary,world, -
His work at last doth cease.
Condemned unto a violent death -''
Far from his place of birth,
But to our great and glad surprise,
He now lies deep in earths
He put the wind up all of us *
When first we heard-him scream.
We woke in fright; we shrivelled' up;
'Twas like an awful dream.
But there he lies, in calm content,
His work on earth is done,
Disturb him not, but let him rest,
The blanky, rotten Hunj'
WHERE WE'VE.DOSSED. (Fixim) '
We've dossed in some queer places
Since we'came to stoush the Hun,
In fact we've dossed most everywhere-
In: Egypt we begun
Upon the desert.sand, 'midst flies
And fleas, and heat, and dust,
We..lived on good old marmalade,
Hard biscuit and some crust.
We've dossed upon the railroads,
In the carriages de Luxe
And done a trip through Egypt
In some open cattle trucks*
In waterproof and blanket
With bad weather and a sigh .
We huddled up together
Each prepared to sleep or die.
We've dossed upon the troopships
That sail the mighty foam,
Thinking of our loved ones,
And dreaming we were home.
We've struggled for positions'
Among cargo, oil and coal,
And for a decent rock-a-^bye ..-;-_
One would have pawned his soul.
TO THE PEACE CRANES. . price?
You-—who are you who cry for Peace at any
How many of you fought,are scarred, and
realise?
Blokes that do not know him say:"Them t.oots-
oh, not for minej".........
But things have changed a lot here at the front; Though this be
Hell itself,
For he does his bit when strafing with his Before we list to you
we'd have it thrice-
cobbers in the line,
And he shines well 'mid whizzbangs in a stunt,
And we are in the line. (W.G-.B.)
- AFTERMATH. . (Siegfried Sassoon)
HAVE you forgotten yet?
For the world's events have rumbled on
since those gagged days, *
Like traffic checked awhile at the
crossing of city, ways! ...-.:.
And the haunted gap in your.mind has,..'
. filled with thoughts.that flow -
Like clouds in the lit heavens of life;
andyou^re a man reprieved to go,
Taking your peaceful share.of Time, with
joyto spare.,.';! '.. .
But the past' is just .the same,—-and War' s
a-oloody game....
Have you forgotten yet?-..,
Look.down, and swear.by the slain of the
War that you! 11 never forget.
Do you remember the dark month's you held
the sector at Mamats,-—-
The nights you watched and wired and dug
and.piled sandbags on parapets?
Do you remember the rats; and the stench
Of corpses rotting in front of the front-
line, trench,----
And dawn coming, dirty—white,.and chill
with-a; hopeless rain?
Do you ever stop and; ask, "is it all
going tchappen' again?"
Do you remember that hour of din before-
the.attack,-——
And. the anger, the blind compassion that
seized and shook you then
As you peered at the doomed- and haggard
faces of your men?
Do you remember the.stretcher—cases
lurching back .
With dying eyes and lolling heads,'—-
-those ashen-grey
Masks of the lads who once were keen and
.kind and 'gay?
Have you forgotten yet?.... ;
Look up, and swear by the green of the
Spring that you'11.never forget.
CONCERT PARTY. .
(Egyptian Basa Camp) r
They -are gathering round....
Out of the twilight; over the grey—blue.
sand, .
Shoals.of low-jargoning men drift inward
:..;t-o the sound,—
The.jangle and; throb- of a piano...
-.-, s -turn—tl—turn...
Drawn by the lamp, they come
Out of the glimmering lines of. their.
tents, over the shuffling sand.. -
0 sing us the songs, the songs of our
own land..,— *
You vjarbling ladies in white.
Dimness conceals the hunger in our faces,
This.wall of faces risen out of the night,
These eyes that keep their memories of
- the places ' ...
So long beyond their sight.
Jaded and gay, the ladies sing; and the
chap in brown .
Tilts his grey hat; jaunty and lean
and.pale,
He rattles the keys...some actor—bloke
from town,...
"God send you.home"; and then "A long,
long trail";
^1 hear you.callin^ me"; and "Dixieland"..
Sing slowly*,.now the chorus..one by one
We hear them, drink them; till the
.concert's done.
Silent, I watch the shadowy mass, of
soldiers stand*
Silent, they d.rift away, over the
glimmering sand. '
" COMING OVER" (.James . M .RYan)
Watchin'^waitin*,watehin'—-though the
dreary hours pall——
Wearin* web equipment holdin' fifty
rounds o' b all----
Gazin* out upon the sea,
Searchin' for the enemy—
"WaitJ.n!, watcMn^, waiting—ever ready
for the call.
Watching waiting, watching—on the
transport A Sixteen-r-
Safety catches forward an'd the rifles
mighty cleah—— ; .-.,;.
- Living full o' happy hope,
Lookin' for a periscope——
Waitin', watchin', waitin'---for a
German submarine.
n8,
...GOING UP THE LINE. (J,M.Ryan) ( '
Are yer going up the line?
Welly that distant cloud's a sigh
That the -cavalry'.s in action, and I
-<- guess the fight<s fine---
But ye're white---yer hands are shaking—
.Ah, ye're young—r-yer heart is breaking-
Try to keep.yerself from thinking—
Get yer rum---yer should be drinking—'
For it's 'human flesh that is stinking,
As yer going up the line,
Are yer going up the line?
Well, that heap 0? dead's a sign
That'we're moving slowing forward to
the German River Rhine./.
Have yer rifle trailed and ready '
- And yer trigger finger steady—
' : It's a risky game ye're playing—^
',., Yes^ I know the words, ye're saying,
For to Gawd above ye're praying
As ye*re going up the line.
' TEE CORPORAL'S STORY. (H.T.P.)
I was Corporal in the A.I.F. for. years
'. and years and years,
And I did,me bit on the Western Front
, with "the Aussie pioneers,
And I sometimes think' that the roughest
^ '-'" job as ever we 'ad in the, y^ar
Was.when they sent us up the line, to
build a camp for Corps.
My oath, that job was a beauty;Parade
at 'arf—past nine, ;
And then we'de worTiifor the res-t of the
day,and--mind yo'u--up in the line J
Of course, we 'ad a few smokes, and
lunch-time an hour or .more,
But we'd sta&t again in the afternoon,
and never get ^ome. till four, .
We could 'ear our 'eavies firin'; and'
then on.a good^, clear day
Vfe could very near see our- own balloons,
not 'ardly two miles away;
The Torbs would come over now and again,
and often, on starry nights,
I've laid in me bed in me -dug-out, and
seen his Verey lights.
My oath, that camp was a roughie.y a
terrible windy job!
We 'ad casualties every day—I was '
loosin' meblqomin' knob„ (Cont.)
THE CORPORAL'S STORY (Cont,).
Bill and Joe Smith got 'scabies; and poor
old Jock MacKay
Hit his foot with a hammer, and got
marked.down: "s.I."
Young Em stood under a sheet of iron
that cracked his skull like an egg,
And another chap fell, in 'a barrer—pit
and broke his bleedin' leg...
There wasn't 'ardly a day went: by but
somebody got a crack, .... '
And. talk about the mob's morale!—it
had gone to'the bloo'min' pack.
Well, one afternoon I, was fed right up,
and just goin' 'ome at three,
When who should I see comin' down the .
track but Divisional G.O.C.
So I thinks: "Well, I'll 'ave a word
with 'im;"and I clicks me.'eel on .
me boot,
And fetches up right in front of 'im, .,
an dooks 'im a smart salute.
"Well, Corporal,"__,the General says,
"was you wishin' to speak to me?
Just come.along into me dug—out;I'm
'avin' a cup of tea."
So I follows him into 'is little 'ut
and he shows me into a chair,
And says "Well, Corporal, go ahead;
I've plenty of time to spare."
"Well, it's just like this,".I says,
"the boys have been 'avin'^a dam
rough spin,
And if youdon^t take 'em out for a
spell, they'll be turnin' the war
..right in."
"Good Godf he says* And I answers,
. "i-m lettin' you know the dink,
If it's mutiny, Sir, you're after,
they're 'overing on the brink,
They're wearin' 'themselves; to a shadder,
and fallin' away like flies, . */.
And you'll 'ave the mob of them out on
strike if ever a barstid dies."
The General sinks his chin in his 'and,
and he says, as he knits his brow,
"Well, Corp., this matter is very grave:
I'll give it attention now.
"But, Corporal, what do you "Ehink your-
self? Have you anything to suggest?" _
t!
Too right," I says.'Take the boys right
out, and give 'em a six month's rest.
^ (Cont.)
4-.^ ,^j.:< ^^^%^
.,... ^-, - ,- ^ *, ^^^gM^t^gy^y^^^^^
IN THE FIELD DRESSING STATION.
The Padre: "Are you an R.C., ny lad?"
The Hard Case! "No, Hm a machine-gunner."
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Thts ts onjy B4 trytn-g to steaJ our Gra^ap^one
(By a pati.g?i.t tn B3).
THE CORPORAL'S STORY. (Cont.)
Don't plank 'em down in Abbeville, or
Corbie; no bloomin' chance]
Butiake- 'emaway to Cannes or Nice,away
in the South of France.
Or very likely old Marseilles would do
the boys quite well;
But cut thedrillandparades right out,
and give 'em a real good spell.
And don't forget,"I says, "the boys have.
been hayin' a dam foug^h spin,
And they wouldn't'say -No' to a dinkum '-
feed, or a bottle or.two of Vin.
And when you get ^em away on leave;
in thirties instead of threes,
You'll get the hommes right up to the
mark, as easy as shellin' peas."
"Well, Corporal," the General says, "it's
really been very nice
To have this bit of a yarn with you,*
and I'm grateful for your advice.
I'll think the matter over tonight, and
let the Colonel know,
Meanwhile, perhaps you'll join me in a
snifter, before you go." .....
So I measures out four fingers, neat;
and was forcin' me lips apart,
13hen a five-point-nine drops into the
camp-—and I woke.iwithia bloomr.nr' start.
THPTH-S THAT NEVER HAPFH^ IN THE:ARMY.
A.l.M, "it^s after hours, but come and
have a drink. Digger."
Digger
ih.r
No thanks, old sport, not
between meals.
ti
The C.O. endeavours to' persuade Private' '.
Hardcase to accept'Blighty leave.
C.O. "Go.ara dig up.Private Mulga and
tell him tlmt..-I,have to make several
promotions and I want: his advice'!,
Staff Officer: ."Oh.Browh, old man, T/e
want you, :.and as many of your cobbers as
will be good enough to accompany you, to
come and dine with us at "A" Officers'
Mess tonight." - ...
M.O. "l know you're swinging the lead,
poor boy, but I'll send you to Blightyf
Poor Boy: "Thanks, Digger; I may be able
to do as much for you some day.
Officer. "Have a good time on Paris leave.
Digger?"
Digger. "Bonzer! And I've still got five -
hundred francs left!"
A Dingbat goes on leave with an Officer
.to carry his kit etc^
ADigger (mounted on charger) takes the
Officers for a little Route March.
FOR . THE FALLEN. (Laurence Binyonr)
^ ---^
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her
'children
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were,spirit of her
spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
royal
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon her tears.
young,
They went with songs to battle,they were
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and
aglow.
They were staunch to the end-against
odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
grow old:
They shall not grow old,as we.that are left
Age shall not weary them,nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
Yfe will remember them. - -.-
; again;
They mingle not with their laughing comrades :
They sit no. more at familiar tables of heme;
They hate "net lot in pur labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
', - - . . found,
But where our desires are and our hopes pro-
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of.their own land they
are knewn.
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars shall be bright when vxe are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of
our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
120.
"ALL RANDS." MZAC.
hat'i,
(Recited by Ed.E.Ford, the Faced by a murderous fire of Hellish'
Australian Sundowner*),. Mowed down, in hundreds-by a cruel
' ^____L__^-^1^^J-.J— .......cross'fire,
Boldly they dashed to meet a glorious...
There's a whisper that was borne upon the "breeze, ^^g
Which the same was just a fancy kind of; fable. ,. Generations
later,will their deeds'. *.*.
As a fact the message went across the'seas ..... *' inspire'*
By that unpoetic agency the cable. - ' -"" '
All the same it, sent a sympathetic thrill . In earnest grim they
came to slay or die,
Through the Anglo-Saxon folk of other lands; Heedless of
shrapnel:fle-ree:-or belching
If you're in'for stormy weather ... gun,,
Kindly count us altogether, Bayoneting the Turks like.sheaves of
hay,
And be good enough to call all hands. , '.. ' on high,
Heroes to the backbone,they were,every one.
Y?e hear the bugle calling on the British Grenadiers, ' .; -.7
7^e hearken to the marching of the Irish Fusiliers; Oh,whata
glorious sight, to see them
The piping of the Highlanders is ringing in our.ears, charge
So be good enough to call all hands. Up those grim hills, in face
of
- ''-' .fearful odds,
Y<fe mean to take a place among the nations of the earth; Well
might the Turks! fierce eyes
We'll found a new Britannia, cr we'll try with all our with fear
enlarge,.-:''':
worth, And call upon their heedless Gods;, '
But we don^t.forget the countryjhere our-.Empire had^ ^^ ^ earth
could:stay that'- r
And- we'rereadywhen you call all hands. ' ^ ^^ ^^^^^New
Zealand's^ ..
They talk of your decadence if you please, .^^ ^^ ^
cities,anrfrom out the
But the beggars never seem to have a notion , : % . , . - . -
That the Britain who is mistress,of the seas .. m.^ -- - -^ ^.i-
- '*K ^.i- ^.^ ji
".'... ^. ^ .. . ! * ,i . "S* They surety proved their worth that
Has a growing group of Bntains. o'er the ocean. ^ ^^ doubting
ones.
We prefer a reign of quietness and peace, . .' Down through the
coming age their
But now trouble's come, we'll sh^w them how it stands. .*. names
will ring, . '......... ,
That ten thousand miles of water,-takes the British all As
children worthy of our. Empire's
the tauter name,
When you pass the word and call all hands. True British,that
embraces everything,
Their worth and might emblazoned on
We're as English as you English, though, the water.. . ...
the-scroll of fame.
lies between; .
We're as Irish as you Irish, who are soldiers of the Anzac, the
place where they first
- - ' - Xing; YKm the right,
We're as Scotch as any Scotchman in the town of By noble deeds,
to have the true
Aberdeen, right to aspire
And we're Britons now you've called all hands. To be all worthy
sons of England^s
.... might,
- . A firmly welded unit .of a vast Empire.
- - So will they now, and ever take their stand,
---'-----"*—;—:—" Crowned by their.deeds — a glorious regalia. —^
. . . ..... Most worthy sons of our dear Motherland^
Bravo New Zealand, and Australia.
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H
APRjSS.. LA &UERRE''..
(Leslie T. Prossley')
<r-?-
'Yus I've got me loomin civvies
'-An''I' ve wished 'em all good-bye,
'The Colonel said-"So long old mate"
'Wiv a tear .drop in.'is eye^
'The H'adjutant-salutes me ; - . '.
'^ives 'is'and 'an says "Good-d^".
'The quartermaster drunk me Leer.
'An give me ten years pay,(l don't''fink).
'"Au Revoir" the.Sergeant-major moans
'TEv 'is ?and upan 'is 'eart,
"-I never sv?6re till I met you
'But it's horrible to part".
'The Canteen bloke sticks me a pint
'The.Cook says I look grand*
"Abide 'wiv me" an' "Rest in.peace"
'They,strikes up on the band.'. .
'So it's no more durned "Reveille"
'An' "come to the cook-house door",
"Fall, in" Blokes to'do CJ3. "
'For duration of the war.
llt^s .fare thee well to Church Parade
'To mess fatigues as well,
'I've f-ini shed. ki lling hasty ' Uhs'
''An driving 'em to 'Ell.
'Yuss I've got me blinkin' ticket
'Ah me little'silver badge
'Me suit it's 'ardly Bond Street style
'But it's trey bon.camouflage:
-'Iv'Ve; done with puttee-itus
'An all the M.O's number, nine
'An all the brass I've gat.is 'ere,
'So it.'s ibon-'swoire' rise an' shine.
:'I guess I^ve done wiv.dug-outs,
'An wiv "hitchy coo" what ho^
;'I've, got some 'Ilmiisk'sauvenirs
'But those I cannot show.
-'An when'it comes to gas attacks
'I'me 'parley vouing' what^?
"'-Cause all the-gas I'1L. cotton;, to-. ,
'Is penny in'the slot,.- .
'An When I goes but for a Walk '
'Wiv otlt a pack what cheer* ., .. ,
. 'At fo'iSiiing" fours "I'll say.'hapoo)' '
.'An. so 7*ill my old dear. . '. ...
. 'The lodger bloke will 'ave to go
'E's been Tearing me Sunday vest. .
.'If 'e'"don't "retreat" when I get '
'Over the top wiv the best.
"Thats the stuff to E\iye 'em. boys;
'['Do yer "cojnpree' 'Trey bon' briefs?
" It',s; better than the 'all-night pass
'Or, the 'buck—sh.ee week-end leaf. ;
'Bon swoire' '.so long*, an-* 'au- revoir!
<^ old gall waits for me.
'An' between ourselves for thJs afternoon
'The kids are out for-tea.
THE AUSTRALIA -C-Ii^L.
. - „ (Ethel Cast! 11a)
".She's.pretty to walk with, , . : .
. Ahdwi'tty to talk, with, :
And pleasant, tco^, to thinly on."
' - -^—.Sir John Suckling.
She has.-a. beauty .of her ovm---
A beauty of a'paler tone
Than English belles;
* Yet Southern sun and Southern air
Have kissed her cheeks, until they wear
The dainty.tints';that ^ft appe*a.r
On rosy shells.' , .
Her frank, clear eyes bespeak a mind
Old-world traditions fail to bind.
. - She is not sly ' \.
Or bold, but simply self—possessed,
Her independence addn a s*est ' .-
Unto her speech, her piquant jest,
Her- quaint reply. *
O^er classic- volumes she will pore.-' -
With joy, and true scholastic lore . .
-Will often gain. ;..:- ...
In spores she bears away the bell,
Nor under.music's siren spell,'
To dance divinely, flirt' as: well-,.
Does she disdain,
ome
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CARRY ON!
(Rob t. w'. S o rvi c e)
It's easy t.?' fight when everything's .right,
And you're, mad with the thrill and the glory-j
It's easy to cheer'when victory's' near,
And walloi,? in fields that are gory:
It's a'different song when everytlrlhg's wrong,
tAien'you're feeling infernally mortal;:; -'
sJhen it's ten-ag;ainst one,'and hope there is none
Buck up) little soldier, and' chortle:' '
' ' Carr^T* on! Carry on!' ' ..." - .
'.% . " *
Things never were looming so bl-ack; : ...'
But show that yau haven't a cowardly sttoak, .
And though you're unluckj^ yen never are weak,
Carrj,.'- on! Carry onj Brac-e up for another attack,
It's lool-cing like he'll,' hut ycu never can sell,
Carry on, oil. man! Carry on!
\tind so in the strife pf nho battle oi life
^ILEL$RE5i. (^e actor Soldier)
3d win ^m.eler.
You nay talk about the pro-s, yea n.ay
'think as 'ow you laiows.
You may sneer and say the actor is a
coward; '
But. if.: so,*, you've never seen myl arf*^
secti,on,. Billy 'Green, : '..... 'h. ..J
'-.'.vho' wa.S' knovm-Upon .-the .' s:tage as ..'
Francis'^Oward....' .'..'
No*,?.-J.n* Flanders' you could:;fin'd' some.'
, ' . ' -.tough :cus.tonie'rs/.d!'ye. blind . f '
Very 'ot uns^' who'drappear upon; the:;'
' ..' . scene.; .'.-:.''
But of all the flamih' lot, there was
--..--. <t-
i'j-s easy no light when you're winning;
It's easy to slave, and starve, and be bravo,
YJhen the dawn.of success is beginning.
But the man who can.meet despair ani defeat
"with a cheer, there's, the man cf God's choosing!
The man :whc can fight to Heaven's own height,
Is the man who can.fight when he's losing.
no. one -quite so 'ot_
As that; popular comedr.an,Billy' Green.
It was'''Green,Billy Green ^ :'
Youblighber, where.the blazes 'ave
. ye been?"
'E = d reply to Sergeant ''''Jghes/'.I.bin
s tudyin' ty cub s J' . '- .....
S3
up to ev'r'yynove^was Billy Green. „
There are some who drift out in., the deserts
cf doubt _,
And some who in bratislmess wallow;
There are others,I know, who; in piety go,
Because of a Heaven to follow. ..
The khaki that 'e wore chafed 'is '
legs and-made 'im nore, ' . -
But Billy G-reen, 'e didn't seem to\mind.
Sez ie,''These props don't fit net .a
little bloomin" bit!
hey are bad before., an' even worse'
be'indB*
hen %?e got upon the train,.rwe cheered
z^ith might and main,
zest,and to give of your best, For wo wanted no give ''gippo'' to
the 'Un.
For. the sweetness and joy of the giving;.
To help folks along with a hand and a. gong,
Yihy, there's uhe real sunshine of living.
Carry.ont. Garry.an! Fight'the good fight
<and true,.
Believe in your mission,.greet life with
a cheer;
There's big work to. da-and that's why you
are here,
Carry on! Carry on!- Let the world be. the
better.for.you;
And at last when you die, let this be your cry.,
AnS some fat'ead sez. to Bill) "Mis'ter
Actor, ain't you ill? ,:
Ain't ye frightened, now there's fightin'
to be dohe?'' ... '!
It was ."Green----B.+lly Greene .' '"
Won't^ ye tremble, W'in't ye feel a '
'trifle mean?' '.. b'
Then 'a^d, 'esitate a. minute^ An' reply,
"Tnere.^s nothing.in it. Letter-perfect
in my part,", sez. Billy Green. ,"b,
Carry on, my soul! Carry on!
YJhen the trenches ??e got T,o., Billy turr.ed
a trifle blue... . .' . , r
"Stage—fright!'^ -o'comes an^ whispers'ir. my
' ''*'.- ' "'' ear<. ;" :r:;:r . .' ,
An' with whi8z.-bangs'drcppin' fasi;- an'''the
shrapnel:'flyin' past, ... '...'''
It was natural that 'e .5hQund:be feelin^
. . , :- queer. ' r
' . - . . . -^Cont.)' ; '
BILLY GREEK (Cont.)
But 'e soon forgot all, that, an' 'is lit
'e got off pat,.
An** the Germans only 'anded' 'im a laugh.
"i don't mind their poisonous gas, if some
bloke 'd buy a Bassi"
'E ?roul& say, an' all that bloomin' kind
o' chaff.
It Tfas "Green—Billy Green!
Don't ye vdsh that you could get to the
canteen?'*
'E'd reply, "Oh, lead me, please, to the
old Bodega cheese!"
An' we'd laugh like blinkin' 'ell at
Billy Green. '
One night I shan't forget, I'd made a
little bet,
It was when our lot was in the mess at
Pipers,
That I'd creep out with a gun, an' I'd kill
some bloomin' 'Uh,
VJhen the sti?-Tki:n' crew was least expectin'
snipers.
So I on my belly crawls to their rotten
barbed—wire walls,
An' with my nippers does a bit o' cuttin',
YRien some Fritz, -the bloomin' Bosch, cops my
napper, such a,slosh!
An' I fell down., lookin' just as dead as
mutton!
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BILLY GREEN.'(Cont.)
That was Green^—Billy Green.
(I'd come to, feelin' cheap as
margarine)
'E spoke once,—'
"Good—bye, old pal! Ny last turn-
please tell the gal."
The play was finished.
Exit Billy Green,,
(Above kindly supplied by
Ed.E..Ford, The Australian S*undowner).
Here's to good fellows in this world
and the_ next,"
I'll drink to you :.'toast tonight .-^ood
fellowship,"—that's my text;
Not to the fellow who takes your hand in
an idling hour, you know.—
Not to the fellow who slaps your back as
. long as the whisky flov^s;
But to the fellow that speaks -a kindly word
when the world is running wrong,
The fellow that grips your hand like hell
and says ''Life, old pal, is a song."
What if__youknoT? the bounder lies?
YBiat if he knows it,too?
There are times in life when the friend
that lies is the only friend that's true.
Sez Green, Billy Green, "There's old Alf ^, .. ^ , ., , .^ „ ,,
- 4. ^ j.i-, T -^ ,3 - ' ^ tit Cavil and cant, ye prudes who
will, of the
been outed near the earned—wire screen!" .., ' . ^ ., . '
<i t Li s T. 4. tt^-? in i i- -! T^- ) evils of wine and gin;
An' then 'e shouts, "^ell, blimy! If ye're .. , , - ^ ^ . ,, ^ -
^ ^ .
- - ^ ^ nut somehcw the real trutn, we feel, lealrs
^^--r.
wantin' 'elp, just try me;
This is where you puts the limes on Billy
Green!"
'E 'umped me on 'is back, while the Mausers
gave a crack,
An' 'e started to the trenches like the
- .devil.
The race was almost run, an' 'e'd very nearly
won,
When a German blighter caught 'im on the level.
'E dropped me safely in to. the trench as weak
as sin, - ' '
An' 'e crawled inside 'isself, an' lay there
bleedin'. ; (The above must not be given in theatres
"Missed my entrance then," 'e said, "I shall or music halls, or
printed, without
very soon be daad. '. ... wi-H,'..^, ^T-<;nHRion, of Ed.. B.Ford)
out when the wine leoks in.
The fool is a fool; the cad is a cad;
whichever God means him to be;
But the man.that's a man, don't forget
he' s a man,
Though he's out on a jolly good spree.
So drink to this toast from your hearts,
my friends—
From heart to heart let it run—-
"Here's to good fellows all over the
world,
their health, and God bless every ona.'
My
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122.
POTTED WISDOM AND HAPPY THOUGHTS.
It is a fine thing to have a friend
you can trust; but a finer -thing to
have a friend who will trust you.
Few men or women travel the road to
success without an occasional puncture.
By doing good turns no one ever made
himself dizzy.
The trouble with most people who act
the fool is that they^re not acting.
You won^t push yourself forward by
patting yourself on the back.
Don^t worry if the world seems hard;
think of the man vRio works in a stone
quarry.
A Pmile is the one greeting that all
the people of the world understands
Some men impose upon themselves *"hen
they los^ their memories-
Quite a lot of women go to the Sales
and buy nothing---that they really need.
It is easier to provide for the inner
man than the outer woman.
In the game of life it is better to
score by honours than by tricks.
The only thing that comes to him who
waits is trouble.
To get through married life without
a cross—word would be a puzzle.
I believe that today is better than
yesterday, and that tomorrow will be
better "than today. (G.F.Hoar)
Look trouble in the face and laugh
at it",
(p.s.) Forget this advice if the
trouble happens to be your wife.
The World would be a paradise if
everyone were half as good as he
expects his neighbour to be.
Prosperity depends on the man, not
the man. on prosperity,
The only real failure is to give
up trying,
Many a girl who looks terribly
simple is really simply terrible.
A man can give his wife a fur coat
to keep her warm—-or to keep her
quiet.
One of the things that enable a
man to be self-satisfied is a poor
memory.
It isn't always the loud speaker
who attracts the largest audience.
The best way to get to the top of
the tree is by getting down, to the
toot of things.,
If you want your dreams to come true,
don't oversleep.
Energy is lie is petrol, and tact
is its lubricating oil.
The everage man is proof that a
woman can take a joke.
He who loses wealth loses much; he
who loses a friend loses more; but
he who loses his faith loses all.
"FLYING KATE"
Now, it makes us old 'ands sick and tired
To 'ear 'em talk of their champeens to-day
Their "Heroics" and "Phar Laps" --Yes I'll have a beer
They're only fair 'acks in their way*
Now it 'appened out West- before records was took-
And it's not to be found in the"guide"
But it's honest -Gawd's truth - and it can't be mistook
For it 'appens that I had the ride.
'Twas the 'ummers Creek Cup - and our mare "Flying Kate"
Was allotted eleven stone tw o
The race was three miles - you"ll agree with me mate
It was asking her something to do.
She was 'eavy in foal, but the ow ner and me
We decided to give her a spin,
We were out on the rocks - at the end of a spree-
And we needed a bit of a win.
So I saddles 'er up and goes down with the rest
'or "movements" wre bulgy and slow
The starter to get us in line did his best
Then flashing his flag he said "GO"
The field got away but old Kate seemed to slip
And I said to myself "we've been sold"
I felt something queer and when I looked round
11m d-----d if old Kate hadn't foaled.
FLYING KATE (contd.)
The field by this time 'ad gorn 'arf a mile
But to show what the old mare could do
I gave 'er a crack of the whip - you can smile-
But the game little beast simply flew.
It was then that she showed 'er wonderful speed
AS she cut down the field one by one
With a furlong to go we out in the lead
Prepared for the last final run.
When something came at us - right on the outside
And just as we scraped past the pole
When I looked round We'll - I thought I'd a died
I'm d—--—d if it wasn't the foal.
MS sheets folded in haif. I thought it best to scan these in
piace
123.
POTTED WISDOM AND . HAT?Y THOUGHTS,
Reflect on your present blessings—of
which every man has many-r-nb't on.-your -
past misfortunes, of which all men have
: some.-
The foundation'of that steadfastness
and constancy,.which we..^,eeR in friend-
ship is Sincerity. Tor nothing is
steadfast which is insincere.
God never gave.a'man a greater gift than
the power to make others laugh. We honour,
revere, and admire our great Soldiers,
Sailors, and Statemen, but we love the
man who makes us laugh. The laugh-maker
is a public benefactor, for laughter is
the salt of life and keeps the whole
dish sweet-.
Don't be afraid to apologize—to a
man if you're in the. wrong,, and to
a woman if you're in the right.
Some men are naturally good listeners.
Others get married and have to be.
Consider the Postage Stamp my boy. It's
usefulness consists in its ability to
stick to one thing till it gets there.
Bad temper is not strength of '
character. People won't take you
for a lion if you behave like a bear.
Perhaps we would be more tolerant with
our enemies if we only knew the troubles
they had of their own.
Many a man nowadays id so hard up
that the* only thing he can raise is
his hat.
A man is far better occupied in the
sight of HighHeaveh in picking the ..
weeds put of his lawn than in picking
holes in his neighbour, even though the
Church bells are ringing.
A miss in the car is worth two in
the engine. ...
It may be that two can live as
cheaply as one, but no so quietly,
That Country is not fighting.for right
which accepts the utter sacrifice of
its defenders and refuses the small
sacrifices of personal habit and comfort
which fall, to its share. *
True friends come to you in your
prosperity only when invited, but in
your adversity yrou will find them
knocking at your door.
Many.a business preliminary is arranged
over a bottle'of'whisky, but a cold, stern,
hard.business contract.is settled with
abottle of ink. <
Trials must and will befall;.
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all, :
This is happiness to me. (Hn. Bqwper)
A Dentist is the only man who can
tell a woman to shut her mouth,—
and get* away with it. .!.- ^
A pessimist only grins when he
cleans his teeth.
Today is the tomorrow we worried
about'yesterday——and it never.
happened.'. .
These talkin' pictures arn.'t so
bad after all. Yer can't 'ear
yerself crunchin' peanuts,
0 love that passeth knowledge,thee I need;
Pour in the heavenly sunshine;fill my JapeaA-;
Scatter the clouds,the doubting,and tM
dread,—
The joy to me unspeakable to me impart.
(H.Bonar)
124.
POTTED WISDOM AND HAPPY THOUGHTS^
Things are moving.so rapidly just at
present, that the man who says "It can't
be done" is being interrupted by someone
doing it*
What others say of me.matters little.
What I myself say and do matters much.
When members of a family quarfell a'lot
of home—truths leak out..
Dont gyous'e: Jerk like Helen 3. Merry.
Nothing matters ha\Ef so much as you* -
think it does-. ,-^'
Poker philosophy:— A flush in the hand
is worth two in the cheek.
A woman's,maiden aim is/to change.her 1
maiden mame.
Better a word in season than an hour's
lecture out of season.
A man's house is his castle—unless it
* - is in his wife's name.
The average man opens.an account with you
when he does you a favor.
Never bear more than one trouble at a
time.'
Some people bear three——
All they ever had,
All they have now,
And all they expect to have.
Honey is sweet—but the bee stings^
What we cannot help is our misfortune—-
'not our fault.' '..' -
Kind words do not cost muchi They
never blister the tongue or ..lips). We
never heard of any mental'-trouble arising
from thi$'"quarter. Though,they .'do not
cost much, yet they accomplish much.
They make other people good.natured.They
also produce their own image on men's:
!.,-'.,; souls. / - '- . ,/'.
A warning from a Country Pub,, .
Paying guests taken by the day,
week, or/month. Those who doR'^pay'taken
''.;'- by the neck. , - '' '/./
THE HELPFUL FRIEND."'' '
(Charles- Eingsley)^
The friend whom we have chosen for
his o?m worth, will be'the one who will
be v/orth most to us. The friend whom we
loved for his own sake:, will be the one
who will do most to raise our character;
to teach us, to help/us in time/of-doubt
and trouble. ' -;;: ."-;
TALE HAPPINESS. The,woild i#.,sad- /
enough without your woes. No path, is '
wholly rough—Look for the places that .
are smooth and speak of.rthes-e to rest -
the weajy cfrearth,so hurt by one
continuous ear strain of human discontent
.*md pain.
.GOOD AVICE.
Do not v/orry, eat three square meals
a day—say your prayers—^-be courteous to ,-. .
your creditors—keep your digestion good—
exercise, go slow and go easy. ',....':' ....
Maybe there are some other things *
that your special case ^requires to.make/
you happy, but my.friendy^hese I/reckon "
will give you a good lift.'-' "'/'.:"/'.; '.^.
COURAGE. ;:1-Z
'Let me not pray to be sheltered, from/;''...
dangers, but to be. fearless in facing ^them.
Let me not/beg for. the stilling./of, my pain,
but for the heart to conqU.er.it.-. /.,'-
Let me not look^fpraliies';in life's^' '-''
battlefield, .but to my own strength.
Let me not^ crave in anxious fear to be
saved, but hope/for,the patience to
win my freedom..;.:/:.'. // r'
Grant me. that. I may: not be a coward,
feeling your mercy ,in, any success alom;
but let me find the grasp of your hand
in my failure.
(Sir Rabindranath Tagpre)
Do what thy manhood bids thee do,
From none but self expect applause;
He noblest lives and noblest dies
Who makes and ke-eps his self—made laws.
(Sir Richard Burton)
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POTTED WLSDOH^np. .HAPPY THOUGHTS.
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Pay as you go
If you canltpay., dont.go..
We can't..always expect'to hold a' good
hand, but we can play .a.bad hand, well,
Of what shall a man he proud if. he is
not proud.of his friends?
A little thing is. a little thing,—hut
faithfulness in.little things is a '.'
great thing. ..
0 fear not in a world like.this,
And thou shalt know ere long,
Enow how sublime a thing it is
To suffer and be strong.
Instalment paying, makes "the month '
shorter and the years longer.' '
It is said that mo-torlhg opens up 'a
new life. It certainly closes many an
;old one. .
Some men don't leave their wives so
much.when they die as when they are
/"alive* * ' ."'
When a hen cackles----the question' is
whether it is laying or Hying.
Some, people tMnk, that girls are
.growing: taller just because they stick
but Axf their dresses more at, both ends.
If some folks tried to swallow their
pride, they'd choke to death.
Dead men tell no tales-r-—but their
tombstones, do. .
If it were not for,the.; optimist, the
pessimist, would never know, how happy
he*is hot.'
The best thing to take when one is run
down.is the number of.the car.
All men are not homeless, but some are
home less than others.
Some people believe in heredity because
that is how they got their money.
Marriage is supposed, to. broaden a man.
It certainly does make him short.
'The best- thing' about distant relations
is the distance.
"Most girls prefer a supper-man, .to. a...
super—man^. .:ir'..-.-
All men speak the s ame language-when;
they stumble over a chair in the dark.
A lot of us are cultivating motorcar
habits on tramcar incomes.
Ah egotist is a man. who gives'you. no
chance ho talk about yourself,,
Keeping a husband in hot water doesn't
make him more tender.
lawyers get- much more, fcir divo.rcing people
than clergymen get for marrying .them.
A Member of Parliament.expects to stand—
he wants to sit-—and he is expected to lie.
There are no free scholarships in the
school of experience-
A man was said to have been married three
times—twice in America and once in earnest.
Necessity is also the mother of economy?
Some people who come from good families
have been a good-time coming.
Any fool can go to bed, but it: takes a
man to get up.
Ysliat is the difference between a glass of
water and a glass of beer?—about sixpence.
Beauty used to be skin deep—now it's
knee high.
He who laughs last is the one who intended
to tell the tale himself.
In playing cards, a good deal depends
upon a good deal.
Optimism in business is the yeast that
raises the dough,
126.
POTTED WISDOM.
The best lessons a man can learn are
from his own mistakes. .
Give to the world the best that you
have and the best will come back to you.
Let us be of good cheer remembering that
the misfortuneshardest to bear are those,
whichnever come." (Newell) J
The rent is .always, due with.the,man
whose pants are thin.in the rear. - _
Charity covers a multitude of sins,
but nowadays it's easier to get into a
young woman's apartment than into an
old man's home.
No good thing is failure, and no evil
thing is success.
Our greatest glory is hot in never
failing, but in rising every time we
fall.'
Write your name with love, mercy, and
kindness on the hearts of those about
you^ and you will never be forgotten.
Drop the subject when you cannot agree;
there is no need to be bitter because
youknpw..yqu..are right.
You'll find a lot of satisfaction in
looking cheerfully on the dark side
of life. "
Success in life is hot 'so much a
matter of talent or opportunity, as
of concentration and perseverance.
A HELL STENT DAT. .;.....-.::.,
Take a dash of cold water
And a little leaven of prayer,
A little bit ofsunshine^gold, ;;.
Dissolved in the morning air;..
Add to your meal some merriment
And a thought for kith and kin;
And then as a prime ingredient,
A plenty of work thrown in:
And spice it all with the essence of love
And a little whiff of play:;
Let a wise old book and a glance above
Complete a well spent day.
DO YOUR DUTY*. ,
Folded hands are very weary,
Selfish hearts are never gay;
Life for thee hath many duties,
Active be, then, While.you may. . -..
Be strong to hope, 0 heart!
Though day is bright, .
The stars can only shine
In the dark night, . '
Be strong, 0 heart of mine;'
Look towards the light. ,;
THOUGHT BEFORE SLEEPING.:
Each daisy on it's little sod ,
Is made and known-and loved by God.; -
So I may rest and fold my hands,
For all my thoughts God understands..
. And I may be. in perfect peace,
For sleep shall be my soul's release.
. And like the sun my"heart must shine,
For all the love of God is mine.
(Pamela Grey) -
Receive your thoughts as guests, but
treat, your desires as children.
An acre of perfbrmanwa is worth a
whole world.o.f. promises..
He profits most who serves best.
He who'gives cheerfully' gives twice. ..
A Little word in .kindness spoken,,, has...-
often healed a'hgart. that.'s* brokeh.^.'
Choose your friend Wisely,
Test your friend well.
True friends, like, rare
Prove hard to tell.
Winter him, Summer him,
Know your friend well!
gems.
To the tired soldier, an empty pack
is better than a,full retreat,
POTTED WISDOM AND
HAPPY THOUGHTS.
127.
Nine out of ten men who. reached.the ..
top of the ladder had someone.holding
it for. them.,
About the only thing a man gets free
in.this world is criticism..
People are Iike',fish^heither would'get
into trouble/if ^ ......
mouths shut^.'.. /.__.?*",, .1. '. ' ".
Never be \too old to7learn, even a rope
'. can.be taut...' ' ' '."'"
Telling lies makes almost'as much' -
trouble in this world as telling the
truths
Earth is a solid substance usually '
longed' for by the seasick.' .
Hayfever is an affection, of the heart,
caused through falling in love.wi^h a
-.grass'"Widow. .
It is a speculation when you lose;
investment when you win.-.,—
After a man gets rich his next ambition
is to ^get richer.
The man who; marries in haste usually .
doe'sn't have any. leisure.
No memory-is'short enough to forget a
''"fancied wrong.:-
A woman should understand just enough
of business to keep out of it.
A cat's eyes are said to.be.the largest
at midnight; we'khow its voice is.
An epitaph;,is.;.a statement that usually ,
lies above about the one,who lies
beneath.
The way to lose a friend!is to have him
get rich while you stay poor.
Look before you sleep-^—especially: at;. '
.^ the -.seaside.,.'- *'-'.-'" '-*.-'-'
Silence sometimes(covers a magnitude
of ignorance*............
Dolls' are made for girls to play Tdth,
not for men to marry.
/V^en a; man'; flatters .himself that ;he knows
* a woman, he—-flatters himself.-
The fashions change::,in everything .-
except babies. - .. ..
"Yfomen are., like .fact.Sr-^.hey are stubborn
"things and speak.for themselves. r
A lie is a poor substitute for the truth,
but the only one discovered for the
. present.
A stitch in time saves embarrassing
exposure,.
' ! S . ........
Be content to be ignorant of many things^
Some women agree- with their husbands--'.
in name only. . ......
A man may be a believer in spirits, but
it doesn't: say he is superstitious.
People who live in glass houses should
pull down the blinds.
A friend in need is a friend-^-we usually
shun. - . J.-..,
Widows know enough not to know too much.
Love is blind, so long as there's no
money in sight. . ir .
There is no -way to make sour milk sweet, ^
or an old maid either. -
Flies are like near sighted.men,. they
leave their specs behind them,
A word to the wise is—^-—superfluous.
The child who cried for a hour didn^t -
get .'it. ' * ' ' . '; ,
. - Politeness-is like an air cushion* There
may be nothing in?it, but it eases the .
' jolts.' cqhsideral3ly.
One of the best things to' have up your
sleeve is a funny bone.
128.
DAD.
POTTED WISDOM.
"He may wear las't year's hat,"his .. 1
vest may hang a little loose, his nails
may need manicuring, his pants, may..bagji
at the knees, and he may^need a-shaye^-; :
but don't call him 'The Old-Man'.
.'He is; your father. '.. Ji'. *...:.'
"For years he has been rushing around
to get things together; never once.has.
he failed to do the right thing by you;
he thinks you are the greatest boy on
earth, bar none, even though you plaster
your hair back, smoke.cigarettes,, or
fail to bring home a cent.
"He is the man who won the loverof the ...
greatest woman yet—r-your Mother. He is
SOME man, not 'the old man'. If you
win as gopd-a wife as he did, and if; ;.-
you do as well by your boy, as he did,
you'll have to go some".
Remember that the happiness of.
your life, and its power, and: its part
and rank in earth or in heaven, depend
on the way .'-you pass your days. now.
..:,.- . (Ruskin).
Happiness is increased,, not by
the enlargement of'the possessions, but
of the.heart; and days lengthened, not
by the crowding of'emotions, but the'
economy of them. (Ruskin)
So long as we love, we serve;.
so long as we are loved by others I
would almost say that we are indispen-
sable; and no man is useless while he
has a friend. (R.L.S.) . .
He that cannot forgive others '.
breaks the bridge over which he must
pass himself; for every man.hath need
to be forgiven. (From a Wayside Pulpit),
Live richly while your life days.
last and let your heart keep young..
God will remember the generous.hand *
before the praying tongue,.(Victor Daley)
What-seems to grow fairer to me
as -life goes by is the love and the
grace and tenderness of it; not its wit
and cleverness and grandeur of "knowledge-
grand as knowledge is—but jus.t the , 7
laughter of children and the friendship
of friends, and the cosy talk by the,fire,
and the sight of flowers and the sound of"
music. (Anon) 'W.B. .'
Anyone-—a fool or an idiot can be .
exclusive. It comes easy. It takes a large
nature to be universal—To be inclusive.
(Ralph*17aldo Trine).
To speak.wisely may not always be
easy, but not to speak ill requires only
silence.
A TASK.
To be honest, to be kind—t* earn i
a little^and to spend a little less. To
make upon the whole a family happier for
his presence—to renounce when that shall
be necessary and not be embittered, to
keep a few friends but these without
capitulation; above all on the same grim
condition, to keep friends, with himself,
here is a task for all that a man has of
fortitude and delicacy.
(Robert Louis Stevenson).
A little thing is a little thing,
but faithfulness inlittle things is a
great thing.
BE PROMPT.
Unfaithfulness in the keeping
of an appointment is an act of clear
dishonesty. .You may as well borrow;
a person's money as his time.
(Horace Mann)
I never let an idea escape, me, but
write it on a piece of paper and put.it
in a drawer. In that way I.sometimes
save my best thoughts on a subject.
(Abraham Lincoln),
POTTED WISDOM AND
HAPPY THOUGHTS:,-
129-
Trying to fool others is a good way
to fool yourself.
Many a man is discontented with his
lot because he hasn't got a -lot.
Half of the world doesn't know how
the other half knows what the other
half does.
We all quieten down as we grow older,
perhaps because we all have more to
be quiet about.
It" is hard to lose a fiood friend, and
even harder to lose a bad one.
Some people don't have to turn out the
light to be in the dark.
Many a man sees things from a different
wrangle once he's married.
.If you can't be a star—you needn't
. be a cloud.
Take things as they come---but mind
no one. is looking.
All men are not homeless-—but some
are home less than others.
It may be no disgrace to be defeated,
but it is a disgrace to stay defeated.
Never say dye---unless your hair is-
turning grey.
There's something wrong about a man
who is always right<
The habit of looking on the best side
of everything is worth more than a
thousand pounds a year.
It's a,great thing to have confidence
in your ability-—and a greater to hava
, the ability.
The disappointed in love are not always
those who have been rejected.
The everage woman wears better than
the average man-—but not so much.
It may sometimes be wise to pretend
to be foolish, but it is always foolish
to pretend to be wise.
Give up easily and you'll be given
up.
It is better to be short of cash than
short of character.
Marriage is the only lottery that has
/^ not been declared illegal.
It is sometimes necessary to strain
a point to make it. clear.
Always put off till tomorrow what
you might rue today.
Trying to fool others is a good way
to fool yourself.
Patience and determination will win
for most of us nine battles out of
ten.. ;
It may be neither justice nor sense,
but it may be Law.
A wise man knows that his wife knows
that he doesn't know so much.
Through good times, through bad times,
through all time, HOPE.
POTTED WISDOM .AND
130. —-------------------
Everyman has three characters; that
which he exhibits, that which he has,
:_..and that which he thinks ^haR.-.---------
If we had no defects, we should-not take
so much pleasure indiscovering.those
*.. ... -; of. others. . 1.7 ^
Superstitions, errors, and prejudices are
cobwebs continually woven in shallow
;.<... brains^ *
Great men undertake great things because
they are great, and fools because they
think them;easy'.
A woman who- pretends to laugh at love is
like the child who sings at night when
he is afraid.
Women, cats,.and birds are the creatures
that waste the most time on their toilets.
One is very'near being ungrateful when
one weighs a service^
Misery is everywhere, and so is
... happiness.
We all have in our hearts a secret plate
where we keep, free from the contact, of
the ...world) our sweetest remembrances.
Many a man who has never been able to
manage his own fortune, nor his wife^
nor<hiS; children, has the stupidity.to
imagine himself capable of managing the
affairs of a nation.
G-ood .actions are the invisible hinges
of the doors of he-aven.
A man without patience is a lamp without
.' oil. -
Love without esteem can not reach far,
nor rise very high! it is an angel with
but one - wing.
A woman who plays with the love of a
loyal man is a curse; she may close his
heart for ever against all confidence .
in her sex.
None are less eager to learn than they
who know nothing.
[APPT THOUGHTS.
Y?e often console ourselves for being
.unhappy,by a certain pleasure that we
"find in appearing so.. .-...-
He who has no character is not a man:
he is a thing_.
;A11 ;that is: enviable is not bought:love,.
genius, beauty ^ are divine gifts that
the richest can not acquire.
In jealousjr there is usually more self-
love than-love.
We easily hate those whom we have given
cause to hate us.
Politeness costs little and yields much.
I admire her who resists; I pity her
who succumbs; I hate her who condemns.
Vanity is the only intellectual enjoy-
ment of many people.
He who thinks himself good for every-
thing is often good for nothing.
There are several ways to speak; to
speak well, to speak easily,/to speak
justly, and.to speak at the right moment.
An honorable name or a good reputation
is an excellent protection against wrong-
doing: we fear to compromise it more
through vanity than virtue.
We have been thrust into the world—we
know not why; and we must die to become—
we know not what.
The remembrance of the good done those we
have loved, is the only consolation left
us when we have lost them.
Who has not what he loves, must love .
what he has.
The way to make friendships that will
last long is. to be long in making them.
Comedies acted on life's stage, behind
the scenes, are much more spirited than .
those acted in sight of the audience 4
POTTm WiSDOM ' AND HAPPYf ""THOUGHTS'.........
131.
Griefjcpuhts.the seconds: happiness
jforgets.t.he hours. ;.--... ,-
The moment past. is :no longer: L the: future
may never be! the present is all of which
manis the-..master. '. .-.
Beauty and ugliness disappear equally
under the wrinkles of age: one is lost
in. them^-'the. other hidden. -..
Women should be careful of their conduct,
for appearances sometimes injure them as
much.as faults.
Love makes, time pass, and time makes
-' love pass.
The greatest of all pleasures is to
give pleasure to one. we love.
All joys do not cause laughter;, great
pleasures are serious: pleasures of love
do not make:, us. laugh. .'-. _ .'.'--.- . _
.In all companies there are. more fools
than, wise: men;: .and!, the greater number
always.ge,t'...the-.b.etter of the wiser.
The virtuous action, done for virtue's
sake-alohe, '.is truly laudable. *
To forgive a fault in another is more
-..sublime than tb.be.faultless one's s'elf.
The surest way to please is to forget
one's self ,r:and .to think.;.only of others.
A man should never blush in confessing
his-errors, for he proves by his avowal
that he is wiser today than yesterday.
He who has neither friend, nor enemy,
is without talents, powers, or energy.
'Woman-is the-sweetest present that God
has given to man. <
Women like brave men exceedingly, but
audacious men still more*' r. .;..
When one has a'good-day in.the year,one
is not wholly unfortunate.
It- is better to' sacrifi-ce one's lbve of
sarcasm-than to indulge it at the expense
of a friend.
To profess one thing and to do another
occurs very- often, especially with those
who continually boast of their virtue.
There are beautiful flowers that -are'
scentless, and beautiful women that are
"'"G unlovable. . - ? . L :..
We' can -not always oblige ^ but we e-ggL.^_
always speak obligingly. "**"
We are easily persuaded of what pleases
us.
Wrinkles disfigure a woman less than
ill nature.
A short absence quickens love, a long
absence kills it.
We know the value of a fortune when we
have gained it, and that of a friend
when we have lost it. !,'
* It is difficult for a- wbman .to keep 'a
'secret* and I know more than one man who
is a woman. . *
Marriage often unites for life two -
people who scarceTy -know each other.
It is God himself who speaks to us,when
noble thoughts inspire us.
He who- lives but for himself lives but
for a little thing.
- The error of certain women is "to imagine
that, to acquire distinction,'they must
imitate the manners of men.
To envy anybody is'to confess ourselves
- his inferior. .
No one is happy unless he respects
himself. -^ "
There is pleasure in meeting--the eyes
of those to whom we have done good.
Enjoy what you have; hope for what you
lack.
POTTED WISDOM AND HAPPY; THOUGHTS..
They called the baby "Fish-hooks"—it
was such a catchy name.
At the North Pole a Scotchman would get
half cold with' the kilt, and an Irishman
would get half kilt with the cold.
It's the li'ttle things that worry us.
We can dodge an elephant, but'not a flea.
It is reported that a single' oyster lays
from one td eight million eggs a year.
Gee! Just think of the married oneg.
A hen is immortal because her son never
sits.' *
We suppose that an advocate of birth
"control might be said to be evading-the
issue. * - -'^.'.'
Some people say that dark-haired women
marry first. We differ; it is the light-
headed ones.
""Surely there are men who appreciate a
woman' for what she is worth"' writes
.'Just a Woman! in a picture^paper.
So much depends, of course, on how muth
she is worth.
.A Scotsman', swallowed a sixpence but the
doctors recovered the coin, so it is_
possible to "get money out of a Scotsman
. after all., .
"i saw a Scot stan'd several rounds".
"n^at,. a millionaire?"
"No, a boxer!"' ,
A.Digger has insured his legs and arms.
- .. ,A joint policy. ''
,.An.o.ld,Greek adage says 'you can judge
a man by his wife'.
But Eeavan.help the'man who's judged
by his wife..
Extract from an advertisement of a
Melbourne laundry: "Do yen kill your
wife? Let us do the dirty work!"
"A fellow who can't be trusted is one
who always wants to take things in his
own hands, especially the things that
don't belong to.him".
Some women are like billiard balls. They
kiss without any feeling and are never
square. .:1
Women prefer.us:,to; say a little evil of
them, rather than say nothing of them
at all.
Men say, of women, what pleases, them;'
Women do with men what pleases them.
Although it is dangerous to have too
much knowledge of certain subjects, it
is-still more dangerous to be totally
ignorant of them.
How many people would be mute if they
were forbidden to speak well of them-
selves, and evil of others !r. ., ;-
To remain virtuous, a man has only to
comb at his own.: de sires: _ a woman must
resist her own: .ihclinations,. and :the
continual attack of man.
He who is never.guilty of follies is
not so wise as he imagines.
One must tell women.only what one wants
to be known...
He is the happiest who renders the
greatest number happy.
Partake of love as a temperate man
partakes of vd.ne; do not become
intoxicated.
Beware of.him.who-meets you with a,
friendly mien, and, in the midst of a
cordial salutation, seeks to avoid your
glance.
An idle man is like stagnant water: he
corrupts himself.
Whoever has loved knows all that life
contains of sorrow and joy.
V
P0TT.3D
Fear stands in the way of accomplish-
ment. Make it step asside and go on.
Clothes may net make the man—but they
go a long way toward a favorable first
impression.
Dad habits prevent good records. YJhy
handicap yourself?
Courtesy pays dividends. It gets the
orders. Cult;ivate it.
Rainy days are good selling days J
Cash in on them.
The lavs of averages protects the
man who exposes himself to business.
Btithusiasm is the ragnot thr.'r, attracts
orders. Use it.
Smiles are order getters. Turn on
the sunshine.
Sit tight. The fellow who dismounts
when the going gets rough should stay
out of the saddle. Stick.
Uhdependability-^— a self imposed
handicap. A good reputation is
priceleas.
It isn't territory it's talenb that
counts. Think.right—work right- and
you'll get the business.
Self confidence gets the business.
Believe in yourself.
Temper claims many orders. Self—control
me ans int e rvi ew—c ont ro1.
It !.s not the hours you put in—but
wha.t you put in the hours that counts.
Dig in.
Planned work puts you ahead.
Today is the tomorrow you talked
about yesterday. Do it now.
Slumps are just a state of mind.
You can lick them. Let's go.
)M. (Bill Jones) 1.*^-
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Throwing mud is a poor way to fight
competition. Sell quality, service, and
merit.
Wisdom is the art of being a good listener.
Use the other fellow! s head as well as
your own.
Success in selling is the ability to
stand the gaff---nothing worth while
is easy.
Sales plans are based on proven exper-
iences.. Follow them and you'll get the
business^
Self-pity destroys your chances. Give
yourself a square deal. Snap, out of it.
It's not the size of the dog in the
fight---it's the size of the fight in
the dog that counts.
Be prepared. It's the difference between
winning and losing. Enow your business.
Time, your most valuable asset. Make
each hour pay.
Confidence wins confidence. "There's
no substitute for Sincerity".
Pull on both oars or you'll travel in
circles.
Marshall the facts. Don't guess. Know!
Exaggeration loses customers. Stick
to the facts—it pays in the long run.
Objections are easily overcome when you
know your business. Be an expert.
Pacemakers take no one's dust. Let's go.
Viewing troubles the better way. The
worst never happens.
Wasted energy. There is no goal on a
circular track. Get organized.
Guessing where you'll get an order is
like betting on the turn of a wheel—
you're wrong more times than you're right.
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Hhen 'Oiner smote 'is^loomin' lyre,
He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea;
jki'' what he thought 'e ^night require,
'E went an' took---'the same as me:
The market-girls an' fishermen,
The shepherds an' the sailors, too,
They 'eard old songs turn up again,
But kep' it quiet---same as you:
They Imew 'e stole; 'e knew they knowed,
They didn't tell, nor make a fuss,
But winked at !Qmer down the roady
An! !g winked back---the same as us:
(Rudyard Kipling)
W'
THE SUM OF THINGS...__-.,.. ,-r
"Ishmael Dare."
This is the sum of things---that we.'.'.. ^.
A moment liy^,.,g. little see., . r. r. ,: *:,.,
Do someyhat,'.and are gone: for so. .'.:-'
The eternal currents ebb and flow. .
:This is the^ sum: of work---that man
Does? awhile, he. &ay,. the best.he can;
Nor greatly cares, when all is done,
Vthat praise or blaa& his toils have won.
This is the sum of sight---to find
The .links of kin with all our kind,
And know the beauty Nature folds
Even in the simplest form she moulds.
:This is. the sum.of life-——to feel
Our hand-grip on the hilted steel.
To fight beside our mates, and prove .
The best of comradeship and love.'
This is the sum of things----that we
A lifetime live greatheartedly, .
Seo the .whole best that life has meant,
Do-"out our work, and go content.. *
IF HE ONLY. COULD.. (Mary Gilmoreli
Ah: if.we could ' '
'Blot-out the bitter thought, - . -:''
Hake: life the thing we should, * " '*-. -
An'd:shape it as we ought.
Turn back the brooding eyes
From things long, long gone by; ..
And, looking upward, rise .- .
Toward a clearer sky;
Hold fasrt each other's hands—— * -
Nor loosely let them go---^ '
Until each understands, .
And, .loving,, learns to know. .'-.....
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MAN'S comnssioN
(Robert Browning),. :g-..g
We're-made so the.t we la.ve. ''--'..---- -*
First when vfe see them painted,
things we have passed . .
Perhaps a hundred times nor cared tb see;.
And so they are totter, painted-- .'
better to us,
7,hich is t.he same thing. Art was given
for that;
God uses us to help each other so,
Lending our minds out. ... - '
SOLITUDE.
(.Ella 'wheeler Wilcox)
Laugh, and the world laughs with you; g
Weep, and you weep alone,
For sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own. ".',.'"
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air, ' g ' '
The echoes bound to a joyful'sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;g ' '
Grieve, and they turn-.and go;- - "
They want full measure of all your '
pleasure,
But they do not need your woe;
Be glad, and your, friends are .many;......
Bo sad, andyou'ld3Byt.Mm^adl---*-.^^'
There are none to decline your nectar'd .
wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall; -"
Feast, and your halls are crowded; '
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die. <-' '
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a-large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pala-.-;- -'
TRUST...
Build a little fence of trust around
today,........... .
Fill the space with loving and therein
stay;'
Look not through the sheltering bars,
Upon tomorrow,
God will help thee bear y/hat comes
of joy and .sorrow.
ACI-nEvHENTS.
g ggg gg! (Ella Wheeler Wilcox)
Trust in thine own untried ca.pacity
As thou wouldst trust in God himself.
.... Thy soul
Ts' but an emanation from the whole.
Thou'dost' not dream i.vhat forces lie in thee,
Va'st'-ahd unfathomed as the grandest sea.
Thy si'le'ht mind o'er diamond caves may roll,
Go seek them—^-but let pilot will control
Those passions.which thy favouring winds
.' \ ' ' / can be.
No man shall'place a limit in thy strength;
Such triumphs;as no mortal ever gained
May yet be thine if thou wilt but believe
In'the Creator and thyself. At length
^ome feet will tread all heights now-
unattained"—
Why not thine .own? Press on: a.chieve:
achieve!
(Edgar A Guef.t)
' What sorrows has a man to tell
Tf "those at. 'home say all is well?
If those he loves report in glee
That health is theirs, what can there be
Of grave anxiety and doubt
.For him to sit and fret about?
... For what are pain and hurt and care
And all the burdens man must bear
If when 'the dreary day is o'er
^ A smiling child is at the door
And at the table where they sit
Is heard the mirth of youthful wit?
Is life a thing-to be compressed
Into man's utmost and his best,
Or may it drift along or run
Like summer brooks beneath the sun,
Loving the shore linens flowers and trees
Before/they join the mightier seas?
What matters loss of place or pride
- Or-glory on dife's selfish side
If those at home are undismayed
.--SgT-'any petty failure made?
If those we love are hale and strong, .
Then nothing cm be very wrong..
FORGET IT. (A. Hawkins)
Don't pigeon hole your worries and so
mind them, But put them where you'll
have a job to find them. -.
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A DIFFERENCE OF OPINION.
WORTH TOUR WHILE./,,.,.,. „ - \
-------------'——r— \Mo.llie ..Mackay)
Sure, you're feet won't find the way long
If you sing a little gay song,
And there'll never be a day wrong - '"-
While you keep this thought in mind:'
*When.you*'re passing through a sad time
Or you're living in a bad slime,
If you read my little, glad rhyme -
Consolatiwn you will find!
TRY.
(Paul Preston)
Try to make your life today,
Every act, each word you say ^ ''
Tasks you do, and thoughts you pen,
Helpful to your fellow men;
Act and word, endowed with wings,
Make or mar so many things.
Try to show to every man
All the courtesy you can;
In the office, workshop, street,
Be polite to all.you meet,
Of all bitterness and scorn
Let your character be shorn.
Try to bring by kindly grace,
Happiness to every place <
7Gieresoe'er your.lot is cast---
For the moments/fleet so fast
That the time in which to bless
Every hour grows less and less.
; TOASTS.
"Real pain to*my sham friends, and
champagne to my real friends".
"A friend'and a bottle of wine to
give him."
^A full purse, a^fresh'bottle, and a
pretty face."' 1 * ;:
^May good fellows be found in every.
port and all bad ones obliged to sherry
out."
What' s the - use lt-o. argue.)
You and me?
Can't we leave our difference-
Let it be? -'
Put away the quarrel
Just once more,.
Love is sure to conquer
As before^
A MATE CAN DO NO ",R0NG-.( Henry Laws on
We leamt the creed at Hungerford,
We learnt the creed at Bqurke;
We leamt it in the,-good times,
And learnt it out of ?rork.
We learnt it by the harbour—side
And on the billabong! -
"No matter what a mate may do,
^A. mate .can do. no wrong!" ;
He's like a king in this"respect
(No matter what they, do),
And, king—like, shares, in storm and shine
The Throne of'Life with you.
We leamt it when we were in gaol.,
And put it in a song:
"No matter what a mate may do,
A mate can do no wrong]"
They'll say.he. said a bitter word.
When he's.away or dead.
We're loyal to his memory,
No matter what he said.
And we should never hesitate, .. .'
But strike out good and streng,
And jolt the slanderer on the jaw—./
A mate can do no wrongl
"Sweethearts and wives; may the sweet-
heart become the wife; may the wife
always remain, the sweetheart."
"Woman! she requires no eulogy, she
speaks for herself."-
If you want to gain a high place --
(So, at least, I've found in my case),
You must never show a wry face,
For there's conquest in a smile; -
Learn the joy that from a jest springs,
Find the beauty* of the best-things',
Know the peace that well—earned rest brings,
And make living Wfrth your while 1
Let's forget to wonder.-.
Who's to blamel
Wish we didn't wrangle
All the same.
Foolish? Aye, on that we
Both agree.
Kiss and make it up, dear-
You and Me.
iiRD
(^. Gladys He mot).
Perhaps they could not bear to see.
A thing so exquisite go free;
They took my life and postured me
.Upon a wanton's hat. - . .
And when the hand of man betrayed
The loveliest thing that God had made.,.
Was the Creator, then, dismayed
Or—"—just prepared for that?
Down streets where only, shame should be
I trail God's plundered"mystery;
A piece of broken ecstasy . .
Pinned to a harlot's hat,
IIN.E MILES FAOM.GUIDAG^I..
TREE LOVER''S "SONG,
I.think that I shall.'never see
A poem lovely as a tree,
A tree whose hungry heart'.is.pressed '. '
gainst "the eartr's sweet flowing'breast
A tree that looks at
^11 day.
And.lifts her leafy arms to pray,'
A. tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair I.
Upon whose bosom sr.cw hath lain,
Rio intimately lives *?ith rain.
Poems are made by fools' like me,
But only God can melee a tree,.
r-r..; ir. rt .'\ fi.*' 'T^i
I've done my share of shearing sheep,
Of droving, and all that,
And bogged a bullock/team as. well
On a Murrumbidgee.flct.
I've seen the bullock stretch and strain,
And blink his bleary, eye,
And the dog sit on. the tucker box,
Nine miles from Gundagai.
I've been jilted, jarred,and crossed
in love.
And sand—bagged-in the dark, - .
And if a mountain fell on me ,
I'd treat' it as a lark:.
It's when you've got your bullocks bogged,
That's the time youdflog.and cry;
And the dog sits on the tucker box,
Nine miles from Gundagai. g.
We've all got our little troubles
In life's hard, thorny way; . . .
Some strike them in a motor—car
And others in a-dray.
But. when your dog and bullocks strike
It ain't.ho ap^le-pie,
And the dog sits on the tucker box,
Nine miles from Gundagai.
But that's all past .and dead and gone,
And I've sold the team for meat;
And perhaps some day where I was bogged
There'll be an asphalt, street..
The dog—ah well, he,got a bait,
And thought he'd like to die,
So I buried him—in the tucker box
Nine miles from Gundagai.
thet feed on human flesh,
mm ner(
to you whilst you've
r-ne com.
Like fie
You'll find
Ee'.'l stick
In weather foul or weather fair.
He always wants a match--—a fag.,
A bob.or two—^—'tis a disease,
He ever comes alert and swift.,
Upon mankind to pounce and freeze?
But then, again, should you run. short,
And tap Mm in 9. friendly tone,
For matches or a pipe of weed,
He'll cry, outraged'"Nor BLtyy'cur own!'^'
He knows no fear, with hand outstretched
He'll take your last, and what is worse,
If you have nought to give to him,
'.Tis ten to one you'll hear him curse.
Rethinks that when we go above
To play the harp-Some angel.brings, .
He still will cadge cur toilet tools
To currycomb his shining wings.
So any cadger that you know,
Be his name Jack, or Bill, or Jim; -
Just hand him this small slab of verse—
A lesson it might prove to him.
LEND A HAND.
i!
''Look up aid not down 1
Look forward and ^ot. back.
Look cut and not in.
% -
Lend a hand.
1!
YiEARY.
(C.J.Dennis)
EN&RA^#rYET. . ^ ^ '141.
'rHenry Lawson)
Oh, I'm sick of the whole darned
human race/
And I'm sick of this earthly ball;
I'm sick of the sight of my brother's
face, , '
And his works and talk and all;
I'm sick^of'the silly sounds I hear,
I'm sick of-the sights I see;
Omar Khayyam he knew good cheer,
And it's much the same with me.
Give me a bit of a bough to sit
Beneath, and a book of rhyme, ,
And a.cuddlesome girl that sings a bit,
But don't sing all the time;
That's all I ask, and it's only just;
For it's all that I hold dear—
A bough and a book and a girl and a crust;
That, and a jug of beer.
Then I'll cuddle my girl and I'll quaff
my ale
As we sit on the leafy floor;.
And when the book and the beer jug fail;
I'll cuddle my girl some more.
For jugs give out and books get slow,
But you take my tip for square---
Though the bottgh and the book and the
'beer jug go,
The girl, she's always there.
I'm sick of the sound of xy fellows'
voice;
I'm sick of their schemes and shams;
Of trying to choose when there ain't
no choice,
And of damning several damns;
Po, give me a girl that ain't too slow,
You can keep your book of rhyme
"And your bough,and bread and your beer.
Wot 0:
And I'll cuddle her all the time.:
She's England yet: The nations never 1
^mew her; . \ --
Or, if they-knew) were ready to forget.
She: made new worlds that paid no homage
' ---^ ' to her," ' '
Because she called for none as for a debt.'
The bullying Power that deemed all nations
craven,
And thought her star of destiny had set,
Was sure that she would seek a coward's
haven---
.And tempted her, and found her England yet:
We leam our England, and we soon forget,
To leam again that she is England yet.
They watched Britannia ever looking forward,
But could not see the things her children
saw.
They watched in Southern seas her boats
pull shoreward,
But only marked the eyeglass, heard the
"Haw:"
In tents and bungalows, and outpost
stations,
Thin white men ruled for her, unseen,
unheard,
Ten millions of strange races and far
nations
Were ready to obey her at a word.
We learn our England, and in peace forget,
To leam in storm that she is England yet.
She's England yet; and men shall doubt
.no longer;
And mourn no longer for what she has been.
She'll be a greater England and a stronger—
A better England than the world has seen.
Our own, who reck not of a king's regalia,
Tinsel of crowns, and courts that fume and
fret,
Are fighting for her—fighting for
- Australia-—-
And blasphemously hail her "England Yet:"
She's England yet, with little to regret--—
Ay, more than ever, she'll be
England pet:
'ENTHUSIASM.
Great designs are not accomplished
without great enthusiasm. It is the
inspiration of everything great;
?d.thout it no man is to be feared,
and with it none despised. (Bruce)
*' LET SOMETHING . GOOD . BE. SAID.
When over the fair fame of friend or foe
The shadow of disgrace shall fall'instead
Of words of blame,^or proof of thus and so,
--Let something good be said. .-..'.'
Forget not that no fellow being yet .
May fall so low,but love may lift his head,
Even the cheek of shame with tears is wet,
If something good be said.
No generous heart may vainly turn aside
In ways os sympathy;: no soul so dead.
But may awaken strong and glorified,
If something good be said.
- And so I charge ye, by the thorny crown,
And by the cross on which the Saviour bled,
'And by your own -soul's hope of fair renown.. .
-Let something good be said.
(James W. Riley)
SOMETHING EACH DAY.
Something each day--- a smile,
It is not much to give;
And the little gifts of life
Make sweet the days we live.
The world has weary hearts
That we can bless and cheer,
And a smile for every day
Makes sunshine all the year.
THINGS-'TO FORGET.
If you see.a tall fellow ahead of a crowd,
A leader of men^ marching fearless and proud,
And you know of a tale whose mere telling
aloud
-Would cause his proud head to in anguish
be bowed-—-
It's a pretty good plan to forget it.
If you know of a skeleton hidden away
In a closet, and guarded and;kept from . .
the day
In the dark; and whose showing, whose
- sudden display,
; Would cause grief and sorrow and lifelong
dismay—— .
It's a pretty good plan to forget it.
If you kno?f of a thing that will darken
' ' " . . the joy
Of a man or a woman, a girl or a boy;
That will wipe opt a. smile, or the least
way annoy
A fellow, or cause any gladness to cloy---
It's a pretty good plan to forget it.
CHRISTMAS GREETINGS.
'- - (Robert T. Hardy)
:... ..TO., A MOTHER.. _
Mother dear, your boy's grown up,
And'.fromyou.-gone away, -
And yet you never were more dear
Than^on this.Cliristmas pay:
God* guard and bless you,Mother-mine;
Great joy be yours, I prays :
TO A FATHER.
Dear old Dad, I give you greeting
On this joyous Day of Days.
You have been the best of fathers,
And deserve no end of praise.
May your life be always happy!
Carking care flit far away:
Dear old Dad, I give you greeting
On this joyous Christmas Day.
. ' - - - ' . * -1
'TIS USELESS TO REGRET.
There's many a plan that comes to naught,
There' s many a light gone out;.
And disappointments,griefs, and cares,
Have hedged us.round about;
And many a sad mistake we 've made
Throughout our lives, and yet
We've done the very best we could:
'Tis useless to regret.
For out of evil good has come.
And out of darkness light; :
And all wrong-doings in this world,
Some.day will be set right;
And though we have not reached the height
Attained by others, yet
We've done the best we could, my lad;
'Tis useless to regret.
We 've tried to live like honest folks,
To do our duty well,.
Gainst evil things to take our stand,
In goodness to excel.
0 judge yourself not harsMy, lad,
Nor at misfortune fret;
We've done the best we could, and so
'Tis useless to regret..
#
WHAT IS SUCCESS?
;iF-;.WE. ONLY,KNEW.
143-
What is success? To gain a share of ,.gbld?.l
To have one's wealth in:'env.tpus. ac.ce.n$s tpld?
To see one's picture flaunted in the'Press?
Ah^ there be those.who.label this success.
¥hat..is ^success? To'win a-little ...fame? ;,.
To hear a?fic^l'e world-applaud your/name?
To he accounted as a genius? Yes,
And there/be. those who' label'.this;.,sucpess'.
Butrhave' ?re' not another standard still '
To judge.a man of character:and- will?..
Are gold and fame the only measures tried?
In all the world is there no test beside?
Ah, yes. The man who meets,with ccurcge grim
The daily duties that devolve on m i,
The petty,mean,hearts-breaking cares that tire
Tin patient soul that never may aspire---'
Eowe'er so cramped the field wherein he works,
He has not failed—the man who never shirks,
The man who toils for years without a break,
And treads the path of pain for others' sake.
There is a myriad of -such men today,
Who, all unnoted, walk the weary way--—
Upon their'shoulders still the cross may press,
..Btt who will say they have not won success?
There are r gems of wondrous brightness-
Ofttimes'.lying at ..our feet', - ,-\r
And .we-pass. them, walking toughtless,,
Down the -busy, crowded, street;
if "we-khew.,--' oui- pace would; slacken—
We would step.mqre/'bft: with care',:-". *-.;
Lest ,ou^ treading
To the/earth some "jewel rare'-. .*...,..- / 7 r.
If :we-^new.what, hearts are aching ..:'
For. the.comfort we .might bring;
If.-wejknew=.what souls are ygarning
F.o-rr ther; sunshine, we 'might fling; :-,;-. -
If we knew.,wha.t; feet are weary"
Walking pathways.'^dug'hly''laid, ,;.;' .' .-.-
We would .quickly* hasten forward,; . '.
Stretching forth our hands, to aid.
If we knew what friends around us
Feel;a.want they never tell——
That some word that we; have ^spoken, r.^
Pained or wounded where it fell;
We would speak in accents tender
To each friend we ..chanced to meet——-
We would give to each one freely
Smiles of sympathy so sweet. ^
BEAUTY.
A HOME SONG...
We, read within a poet's book/:. '„,". .. * '
A'wdrd;that''Starred;t^ ;
'^ Stone "walls-'do not a, pri.s.o.n 'make,- "
Nor "iron bars a cage,;.'*:,:..': \ .^. - ",.r
Yes, that is true.,- aiid'/something'mqre:
You'll find, where.'gr/.you.r.oam, -
That marble flodrs-and.gllded walls
Can never make a home.
But-every house, where love abides
And-friendship'.,is..a'guest,, ';
Is surely Home, and Home sweet Home,
For there the heart,can rest. --
''' --v. ^ .;;...*^ .-;.,,, ./.('Henry.)''" - '
Beajitiful hands are those that weave
Bright threads of joy in lives.that
garleve;
Beautiful feet are those that .run
On errands of mercy from sun to sun;
Beautiful lips are those that.speak
To comfort the mourner and hearten
the weak;
Beautiful eyes are those that glow
With the light of a,spirit pure as
. M * - . snow;.. , _."
Beautiful faces are those that seem
Witn a love like God's own.love to
.beam;.,
Beautifulforms are those that grace
With gentle service the lowliest place;
Beautiful lives are -those that bear
For other lives their burden of care;
Beautiful souls/are those'that .show
The spirit of Christ wherever they go
(Rev. Dudley C. Abbott).
144<
HOW?
EXPERIENCE
Did'ycutaekle the trouble that came
*! '.j-f' your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from tha light of day
With a'craven son! and fearful?
Oh, a trouble'^ a ten, or a trouble's
an- ounce,
A trouble is what yon make it:
And it isn'-t the fact that you're hurt
- - that counts, -
But only.—- how did you take it?/
You, m-e beaten to earth? Well; well, :
what's that?
Come up with-a smiling face;
It's nothing against you to fall down
' . flat,
B-j.t to lie there—'that's disgrace,
The harder you're thrown, why, the
higher you bounce;
Be proud of your clackened eye. .
It isn.t the fact that you!re licked
that counts,
It Eg. how did you figlit—-and why?
. EVERY DAY
Every, day we move and live
Is a. time to get and give.
Get whatever ire can earn,
Any lesson,we can learn,
Give unstintingly our best—-
Labour, Imowledge. service, rest-
Every day which comes and goes
Opportunity bestows
For the working of some plan
For the betterment of man.
And whoever shirks his share,
Of life's bliss is unaware.
Every day of gloom or shine
Is a day to make divine,
Net to use for selfish ends,
.But for all that moves or tends
Towards mankind's undoubted goal,
Universal self-control.
MIND TOUR OH? BUSINESS.
The reason why men who mind
their own business succeed is.because
they have so little competition* .
They told me over and over agal*?.
The things that I had to learn^,
They struggled to save me the needless
pain
Of many-a sting and:burn,
But I was young, and I would find, out
The truth of the danger? they talked
.about.
And now I know what they knew, and I
Have children of my own,
And the day will come when they-11 want
to try
Their strength in the danger zone,
For the way seems level and straight
and fair
And they can't believe there are briarp
there;,
But should they take what I wouldn't
take,
In spite of the needless tears?
Should age regret that it cannot make
A short cut through the years?-
How sad were youth if it really knew ...,
As much as the worn-out .oldsters :do.:-
In spite of the. truths which the
grown-ups know
And the .thick hooks on the shelves,
It is well that the youngsters still
must go,
Some lessons to learn themselves.
Fcr a- horrible sight would a young man he
Weighed down by the wisdom of seventy-thr
- . DAMN . ,; ^,
Never say die, nay Damn ' ''
It isn't classic3 It may he pro-fas^
But we mortals have need of it
Time and again. ,
And you'll find you'll recover
From fates hardes'tslam
-If you never say Die, say Damn,,
, - So long as there is work to do
'there will be interruptions—breaks in
its progress——and it is part of one's
character growth to bear these timely
oriatimely interruptions without any
break in good temper or courtesy.
AFTER TOIL TAKN THEM EOiHJ
There isnt any happiness in happiness
... : !.*j. i. .:, itself,
There irmt any knowledge in the hooks.
upon the ..shelf."'"'
You may buy them by the ..dozen," but. unless
you read them through, ,
All the 'wisdom of their pages will he just
dry rot to you :
B'or the only lasting lesson is the one you
work to learn^
^.nd the only worth-while pleasures, are the
ones you have to earn.-
If never care disturbed us. none v<?ould
value peace of mind..
Gold became a precious metal just because
it*?. hard to find.
If it werenM: for stern old duty we should
never valut. play,
It takes long, months of labour to make
sweet a. holiday,
So be patient through your trials and be
brave in times of doubt, /..'..
You will reap new fields .of gladness when
youv'e worked your problems out.
'Tv?as an Irishman I'me certain ?Aio this
quaint assertion dropped,
"I'me glad my tooth is aching,'Twill be
grand when it is stopped",
There's philosophy for trials. It's the
cold and\driving rain
That sets us all rejoicing when.the sun
comes out again.
For if hearts were never troubled and if
none a burden knew,
'#e should all go round complaining there
wa,s no thing,left to do.
WHY - NOT. SMII&
^!hat's the use of gruhbling?
It doesnt pay the bi^Is.
It dccsn-1 cure our. 'aches . and pains
For help our other ills,
i?e can grumble every morning .-
And go grumbling on cill night^
But. if we just start, smiling -
It helps to set; things right.-
'" NEVER, E^AIN.. /
Never explain-—Your friends do not
need it, and your: euenu-es'will not
believe you anyway, . . ' . '
Take home your joy, but leave outside.,
The looks that scorn'and v?ords that chide,
And. letr-^ouT-children.hear you say'
Your'-Q; glad to cast your cares away
And In thl^-peac'eful'haven find.
A'rest ing-place for heart'and mind.
Take home; a chee'rful smllihg face* .'
Which' plainly says "I -love this place",
For none can* tell^ for no one knovjs^ '
Hovyfar, .5uch^omniendationgoes
To brigh-tenllfe, and make it:.run
As glad as ripples in the sun.'
.itnd when the child.ren brou^ght up there
Are soatteredhere and everywhere
Across the world, or o'er the way,
Lomes tribute they will surely pay—-
For to that home their thoughts shall wing
Like birde that hear the call of Spring.
"CP"E' KIND THING
Do the kind thing, though you be
Tempted to severity,
Make allowance when you can,
Mindful you,: too, are a man,
And that you one day may need
Such'another &indly deed. :;
Say the kind things though full oft
You be dubbed "Unduly.sqft*;'' " . .
Any fool can-spoil and break;
Be your choice to heal and make,
And soft answers, wise men say,
Rage and wrath rdll turn away. .
Think the kind, thing, though things may
Seem to point the other way;'
Give the benefit of doubt, [ "
Though.'your mercy some may flout.-
Too;n.!UG^?rind3:iess can'there hg?"\
Too much love and charity? ..' \.
''How little it costs-, If we give it a
::-;':;' ^thought,. .
!Io gladden, some heart each day;
Just, one kind T?oM — or a tender smile
AfJ we go.or- our daily way."
146.
BOX ON..
* ' ' ''^' ^ (Jos. P.0'Carroll) ^
The gong' has-sounded, you'take your
"'''"''' ' stand - .
In the midst of the ring of Life;,........*
"Box oh" is your first and your last
command
As you' enter'the wordly strife, *,.
"Box oh." Be careful, keep off the " ..
^ ' ropes,"' ' '
Are words from'your'secehds—-your
-' friends, . :'-
ilncouraging words that strengthen your
..'::.-..'" . ':'-' ' hopes ' -
In the'' fight, on which' all' depends .
"Bex.",on"..'.' LendJa:hand to the man
.; ;'!'."*-;: ..'^''':' 'Who's down.: .
,:S.trike hot, assist him to rise. .
'Tis as easy to smile as it is to frown-
The smile brings you nearer the prize.
"Box on." Play "fair, though the fight
. . _ -. , be long ' - 7
And the punishment,be. severe.', -
If your cause be just: and yo.ur heart
be^ strong., ... * .. -
The verdict you need not f-e-ar-.-.
MAKING TIME' 7MRTH WHILE.
What''a le't of time''we spend.saying .'
that we*haven''t time.
Haven't time to see a friend,*haven't
timet'-O'write a rhyme ^ ..;
read a ;b"dbk,'' sing a song, help "another
chap along, knock a nail, mend a' dress—
haven't time—of, come, confess!
'Let^s confess it once for all,time
we spend in vain regrets, if applied,
however small, would reduce our many
debts; Write a letter, takes a'-minute,
though much'love and joy goes in it.
Read, a bit, -bound to find a second^s
value to your mind. -
Often noticed, haven't you? those
who have the most to do,.always have,
the time to lend helping" hand to he*edy
friend. Time- to say a word that cheers,
time to help dispel grim fears, time to
sing, timer to smile, time to make' the
world, worth—while.
A TRIB! MAN,
Not—
"How did he .die?" ..
But—
'Mow did he live?"
Not— ^ _
."What'did he gain?"
But—. J"r/ :.j. -'- ';--
"What did he give?".
These are the units
To measure the worth
Of a man, as a man,
'Regs.rdless of birth.
Not—
"What wes his station?"
But—
'^Had he a heart?"
And— . -'_.
"How did he play-
Hi s God—given part?
Was he ever ready
With a.word c-f good cheer,
To'bring: back a smile
To.bani.sh a. tear?"'
Not— . '.
"What-.was Ihis church?"
Nor— .'.'.. ''^ '"'" ' „ *
"What v?as his "creed?"
.But— j-;'-:'' '
"Had he befriended
x...Those really ir. need?"
Not— :^
'"What did the sketch
In the newspaper say?"
But—
"How many., were sorry..
When he passed away?".
.- 'LAMENT-.... . - ...
I remember, I remember,
The roses red and white,
The cheeks.I thought 'twere bliss t
And asked her if-..! might;
It was a youthful ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy,
To know how mueh-of. truth, was in
Her answer "Foolish boy!".
- (Hen-peck);
(Wilhelmina Stitch)
mx? ... '
I want to ask a question-
Will some one tell me why
Men can. sin and sin again,
Keep sinning till they,die?
And no one seems to question,
And no one seems to .care;
But still we call them gentlemen,
Deny this none would dare.
But woman, gentle woman,
Should she but chance to stray,
No matter, oh, how little,
From the straight and narrow way.
For her there ' s no. returning: . .
Still doYinward she must go' .. ^
There's none to save or pity,,
There ^s naught for her but woe,
Men may drink- and sport an 1 garble,
Raise the devil night and day,
Till they^re known all o-er the country
By the wrecks that strew their way;
Still they're welcomed and they^re courted,
If they've money all,the more——.
And the mothers.oyer all the land
Open wide to them their door. .
He^s your son and she*s your daughter,
Surely he^s &s much tc blame,
What's sin for man is sin for woman—-
They should suffer just the same,.
Why, oh why, will some one tell-me,_
Should the woman stand--it all?.
If you analyse the .subject
You can bet man caused the fall; ..
That^s the thing that mystifies me, ^
Won=t some person kindly tell
Why the men are all forgiven
And the'women go to Hell?.
The Frenchman likes his native wine;
The German likes his beer;
The Englishman likes his half-and-half
Because it brings good cheer.
The Scotchman likes his whisky;
The Irishman likes it hot;
The Australian has no national drink
So he drinks the whole -^--- lot.
"Beer is mostly froth and bubble,
Whisky makes you moan,
Wine-s another word for trouble,
Pinkie!s on its own.
:-'Am:^ OUR DAILY PRAYER. ^ -.
Teach me that sixty minutes make, an
hour, sixteen ounces make a pound, and
two hundred and forty pennies make a pound.
Help-me to so--live that I can lie down at
night with -a clear conscience, without a
gun underneath my pillow, and undaunted
by the faces of those to whom I have brought
pain. Grant that I may earn my meal ticket
on the square and that in earning it, I
may do unto others as I would have them
do unto me. Deafen me to the jingle of
tainted money and" the..rustle of unholy
skirts- Blind me to.the faults of other
people but reveal to me-my own. Guide me
so that each night when I look across the
dining table -at my Mother, who has been a
blessing to ...Be, that I may have nothing
to conceal from her. Keep me young enough
to laugh with little children and sympathet-
ic enough to-be considerate of old age,
and when comes the day of darkened shades
and the smell of flowers, the tread of
soft footsteps and the crumbling of wheels
in the yard, make the ceremony short and
the epitaph simple---. ^
Here lies a man.
HE!S A;.SPORT. (Coralle Stanley)
Who gives his word and keeps it.
Whom dogs and little children instinctively
love.
Whom:the toughest chaps call a white man.
Who,' never hits below the belt<r '
Who never lies to women;,
Who never kicks when he loses.
Who guards his own wigwam, and'doesnlt
prowl.
Who sees the other chapes point of view._
Who never crawls to anyone„
Whom the other men^s wives are safe with.
Who doesnf't steal children in doorways.
?0io loves football, racing, poker, cricket,
bowls, gardening, swimming, walking,flirting.
Who never takes money he knows another
chap can^t afford to lose.
Who pays bis tailor sometimes.
Who realizes thab Ids wife isn^t a.house—
keeper, or a plumbing expert,or a laundress.
Who looks you in the eye and doesn't dodge.
Whom you want other chaps to know.
Who pulls out at the home comer and lets
another fellow have the inside running
on the straight.
DOES ANYONE KNOW ONE?
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.'ANrAn$TRALIAN' NATIONAL SONG-. :...",'—'.:,-.,
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Australia, Australia, thpu land of Sun and sea, ..
We love thee^ we thy free-rb'pm sons, as -we love liberty.
Wei link bur .hands from,.s,ho re to shore, And swear- to .stand
"by thee
One land'^ one flag,.o^&Jb.ro.therhood, one glorious-destiny..
We-link bur hands,frem^ghore to shore, And swear to standby thee
One land,' one flag, one brotherhood, One glorious destiny.
Australia, Australia, thou, land of the go-lden fleece,
To thee our fathers boldly steered their fearless Argosies.
Our fathers cast their lot for thee^ by thee they lived and died,
And left to us their handiwork, aheritance of pride.- -
Gur farthers cast thsir lot for thee, by-thee they lived and
died,
And. left to us. .their handiwork, aheritance of pride.
Australia, Australia, thou land of liberty,
Where .aach man is himself .a king, each home a monarchy. _
Though'here and there, as best they might our fathers founded
thee,
We'llhand thee down one land, by God, to all posterity.
Though here and there, as best they might'our fathers founded
thee,
We'll hand.thee down one land, by God, to all posterity.
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Australia, Australia, thou child of sun and sea, : :
We love thee, every father's son that loveth liberty.
We lift our hands to God on high, and swear to stand by thee.
One land, onerflagy one brotherhood, one glorious destiny,
We. lift our hand's "to God. on high, and swear to stand by thee,
One land, one flag, one brotherhood, one glorious destiny.
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WHAT IS LOYALTY?
LOYALTY' is a.creed^ a.duty, and a sentiment._
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IT IS A CREED-because-the loyal person says: "i believe in my
br#nizati.on',
. what it is, what it stands for, ahdwhat it does''.\Theimplica--
:-tioh-^s that-'he will do his best to make it and keep'it-in the
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' ' . . /'.-'.'."i.'path'of i^^s life. - ' ^ ...
'LOYALTY IS^ADtTYbeo'aus;& .. '
'LOYALTY IS-A SMTIM^T'.: rit'^implies affection, love, and
enthusiasm. These are
-not fully expressed in shouting or rooting.
.LOYALTY TO YOUR 0RGINI2ATION MUST: BE LIVED.'
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mATMlS A BOY?
What is a boy?
He is the person who is going to carry
on what you have started.
He is to sit right where.you are sitting
and attend to those things you think so
important when you are gone.
You may adopt all the policies you
please, but how they will be carried on
depends on him.
Even if yru make leagues and treaties,
he will have to manage them.
He is going to sit in your seat in
Parliament and occupy y<3ur place on the
Supreme Court Bench.
He is going t<i move in and take over
your prisons, churches, universities,
counting houses and corporations.
%b.en you have.dene, all your w^rk is
going te be judged and praised or
condemned by.him,
Ycur reputation and your fortune are
in his hands.
He will read the books you write or
sell them to the secondhand man.
He will assume control of yeur cities.
Just now the future Prime Minister is
playing marbles,, and the most,famous
actcr ef his day is complaining because
he does not want to go to bed,
Not your contemporaries and fellow
citizens, but the boys out there in the
school yard, are going to say whether
after all you were a grand and.noble hero
or a. blatherskite.
It is the boy who will amend your rules,
alter your creeds, laugh at yf-ur mistakes.
He may think.kindly of yiu, and say
ynu did the best you could, or he may not.
Watch your step^
All your work is for him, and the fate
of the nation and of humanity is in Ms
hands c
So it might be as well to pay him some
attention.
—Dr.Frank Crane in the Phote-Engravers
Bulletin.
OPPORTUNITY. .(falter Malone)
A THING OF BEAUTY. ( John Keats)- * . ^49 ^
They do no T&ong #10 say I .come no more,
When once I knock and fail to find you in;
For every day I stand outside your door,
And bid you wake, and rise and fight to win.
Wait not for precious chances pass away;
Weep not for fgolden ages".on the wanei
Each night-.I bum the records of the day;
And sunri'se every soul is bom again.
Though deep in mire wring not your hands
and weep,
I lend'my arm to all whe say "I canj".
Ho shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep
But yet might rise and be again a man;
Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast?
Tost reel from righteous retribution's blow,
Then turn.from blotted archieves of the past,.
And find the future's pages white as snow.
Art .thou a mourner? Rouse thee from thy spell;
Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven;
Each morning gives the wings to flee from hell,
Each night a star to '^-jddethy feet to Heaven.
IT'S NO IN. TITLES,
[Bums)
It's no in titles nor in rank;
It's no in wealth like Lon'onbank.,
To purchase peace and rest;
It's no in making muckle mair;
It's no in books; it's no in lear,
To make us truly, blest;
If happiness hae not her seat
And centre in the breast,
We may be wise,: or: rich? or great,
But never can;be blest;
Nae treasures,, nor pleasures,
Could make us happy lang;
.The .-heart aye's, the,.part; aye,
'. ' . That, maks us right or wrang.
- ' [.. ' .. FORGIVENESS.(Tennyson)
.0 man,- forgive thy mortal foe,
Nor ever strike him blow for blow;
For all the souls on earth that live
To be forgiyen. must;forgive.'
Forgive him.seventy times* and seven;
For all the blessed souls in Heaven
.^&fb:o,th' forgivers and forgiven.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases;it witLl* never
Pass into nothingness; but still will
keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and
- quiet breathing, . .
Therefore, on every morrow, are we;
wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the.earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman
dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and 0'er—dark-
ened -ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite
of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the
pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun,
the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a
shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are
daffodils,
With the green world they live in;.
and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling.covert
make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid—forest
brake.,
Rich with, a sprinkling of fair musk-
rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the
dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard
or read:
An endless fountain of immortal*drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's
brink.
.CHARACTER. (Othello)
Good name, in man and woman,
Is the 'immediate jewel of their souls;
Who steals my purse,, steals trash;
' 'tis something,.nothing;-
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been
slave to thousands:
But he that filches from me my good
name,
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.
15&. . '* ^S THE BEST.
* (Douglas Malloch).
If you can't be, a pine on the top of
the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley, but be
The test little scrub by the side of,
the 'fill;
Be a bush if you can't be a tree.
If you can't be a bush be a bit of the -
grass,
Doing something for somebody's sake.
If you can't make a muskie just then
be a bass
But the liveliest,bass in the lake. -
We can't all be captains, some have
to be crew,
There's something for all of us here.
There is big work and little for
people to do, ' : ,
And the task we must do is.the near.
If you can't be the high—way then just
be a trail.
^f you can't be' the sun be a star,
It isn't by size that you win or you
fail
Be the best of whatever you are.
'SHOCK ABSORBERS.
It's great to speed along the pike, .....
But when rough roads begin
Somehow I'm mighty sure that's where
The "Shock absorbers" win.
The little things that smooth the bumps
And take the jars away;
I.guess that's .just 'the way with friends
We meet from day. to, day. /"
Some friends there are who put on speed
And make a lot of showing,
But it's the friends who "ease the bumps
That makes the way worth going.
(E.M. Brainerd). ,
THE MEANING- OF LIFE..
In spite of the things that discourage,
Still seeking to overcome strife,
Cheerfully doing our best for mankind,
This MUST be the meaning of life.
DO ALL THE GOOD YOU CAN.
^-- - {JohnWesley)
By all the means you can^
In all the ways you can,
At'j'all the times you can, *
To'all the people you can,
As- long as ever you can.
YOU SUIT ME.
* (Bert Bailey)
It may be your smile, or your class,
or your style, -
You sure are a winner, and how:
You can prove it be me, you suit
to a T,
And you'iaigbt as well,know it
.Right Now. ........
THE SUM OF THINGS.
"ishmael Dare" -
This is the sum of things —^that we
A-lifetime live greatheartedly,'
See the^whole best that life has meant,
Do our work, and go content.*.^..
MOTHER
As long as love shall be the crown
Of all life's blessings true,
So long shall I be grateful '^
Mother dear, for YOU. .'. -.
PROFESSION OF FRIENDSHIP. .
^ (Longfellow)
Let us, theh; be what we are, and
speak what we think, and in all things
Keep ourselves loyal to truth, and
the sacred professions of friendship.
PROOF OF FRIENDSHIP.
(George Ebers)
That friendship only is genuine when
two friends, without speaking a word '
to each other, can, nevertheless,
find happiness in being together. ^
what it feels like without a Pass when on leave.
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The Clean Page---When?
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PLAYING .THE. GAME; .,,:.. ^.
YJ'e can'rt* jail'p'lay;a', winning game'
Someone' is - su*re- to : lose J-^
Yet .we.'can p'lay;-1so'that our name
No one say -dare* accuse.-
That when- 'the Mast-err Referee
Scores against our name,
It won't be'whether %?e'ye vmn or lo.st,
But how we've-played the game.
"' 'BO'NT.PORRY.
Today is the Tomorrow we worried about
Yesterday---
And it SEVER happened.
SURE:
The'World's all right, You bet it is:
While there'a..re helping hands, .
And"'sbngs"to' sing,. and smiles to wear,
And a friend who .understands.
^ '^ P.-^ 0' MINE
That Pal o* mine makes earth to me.
A very pleasant'place to "be. .
!Each little joy'we a.lways share
Likewise each little *.voe and care.
The joys we enter with a will, .
The woes but draw us closer still.
Now what's the use of asking who?
You know;that Pal o' Mine is YOU.
THE BOUSE BY'THE SIDE, OF THE ROAD '
Let me live in a house by the side of
the road, ' . -
Where'the race of men go by.
The men who are iood, and the men who
are bad,
As good and 'as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorners' seat
or hear the_ cynics' ban,
Let me live in a house by the side of
the road,
And be a friend to man.
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YOU, MY FRIEND
I could sail the waters of all the world,
Bitter and wild and blue.,.
And never L'de find a friend to love,
Like the friend I've found in you..
I could walk down all. the roads of the.
' -' ' world,
And knock on the-doors for ever,
And never l'de find a friend like'you,
Never: Never: Never* ;
SUCCESS IN THE WORLD
We may not meet with great success,
Carve for,ourselves a name.
Yet,'maybe that true greatness lies,- .
In striving all the same.
BE CHEERFUL
Forget all your sorrow,
Forget all your woe, -
To start spreading sunshine^
And smile as you go. .
Life calls us to service,
In many strange ways,
But a smile and a song,
Cheer the stormiest days.
NE%T!R MIND. IT
For every ill beneath the sun,
There is some remedy:or none.
Should there be one, resolve to find it,
If not, submit, and never ..mind it.
V^ELL DOING
Let us not be weary in well doing,
for in due season we shall reap
if ?/e faint not,
As we have therefore opportunity
Let us do good unto all.
THE HAPFY MAN.
Look on that man as Happy who, .
when there is a Question of Success,
looks into his work for a reply;not
into the market, not into opinion,
not into Patronage, (Emmerson).
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Although he Is'the: b'QS't "of, meh, J.' .
Your husband will be hurt '' .
If you forget'each day, "to sew
The buttons on his shirt.
He'll be content with simple meals,
.'If he is not a<glutton,
But please remember that his love - -
Depends button a Button.' ;. :'*
Although in e*.very. other way
Y,ou -Rre-"a'-perfect .wife/;*. '.
Yet ,,.d'f" in this,, respect you err,
The^ll''be'''doMstic: strife.
Oh-^he can swallow*,with'a smile'' .';'*'
'Stale bread or'twice-cooked.mutton, *
If you remember only."this^--
To ^ew but on a button.
HOW DID YQU, TAKE IT?
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's
an ounce,
Or a trouble^is what you make it,
And it:isn't the fact that you're hurt
that counts,
But only, how did. you take it.
TAKE HEED.
There is so much good in .the vjorst
Of US-, ' '-.;'..-,"'
And so much bad in the best of us,
That it behoves any of us
To find fault with;the/rest of
JUST THIKE^'.
Wouldn't life be'lots more happy
If the good that is in us ail
Were the only things about'us*'.'
Folks bothered t.o-'recall. ;.
' -' ^. TRM':FRI#D.',1?.'.''.',/r' ,\:.y''/..'.g-
A friend,id n#t a'''feliow. '
Taken in by sham; -./'-
A Friend is one /-.-.:- t ^.
Who knows our faults <- ''
And doesn't give a Damn. .,.,.' '''"-.',, '1
Oh, give me m^ chair,, an'..a jolly
pie blaze, ....
With someone around 'wot is used to
^ .ways. . ...,.'.'--''
An.' willing to listen to triumphs or
,.-, - ... :'. woes;,'. " -,' ,. -
An' give me m'.slippers, m' :boqk., --
',. an' <-m* .doze.; :
The'R'anyone wantin' the sights for.,;'
,' to. see,: -
-A^' ^ay? gi*ddy, rounds—-Can just -
have*,7em for. me.--' '-, '.'
A SMILE..,; -
The thing that goes the farthest
toward making life, worth YAiile,
That cost's the -least and does the most
is just a pleasant smile.
The smile that bubbles from a heart
that loves its fellow men
Will drive away the cloud of gloom .-
and coax the. sun, again; '':: '*-; .*
It's- full of -worth and' goodness, tob,'
with manly kindness blent;——
It's worth a Bullion dollars, and it
doesn't,cost a cent.
BE BRIGHT.- ' '
Letugh a little if you can;' '*'
Everyone has loads of care^
And so many-thorns, .-are pricking,
And so many pips are/sticking,
All aroi^drus: every-where: :
Wear a.face that's like the; -sun,'
Let it. shine'whgre.'er-you/are;
Other weary hearts will lighten,.
Other weary ways will brighten ,.,
Like the passing, .of a star. . '- '
Laugh a little while, you may/'.' '
If you'd.do mankind a good;.
Do not of your smiles be chary*, --
Be a laughing missionary. " '
To your,-suffering bro'therhood.
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Hoping that blessings may brighten
your way,
Wishing you happiness day after day.
Trusting your heart will "be filled with
.. good cheer,
And loving you tenderly,
Mother, My Dear:
FRIENDSHIPS ROAD
Friendship is a chain of gold,
Shaped in God's all perfect mould.
Each linlt a smile, a laugh, a tear,
.1 grip of the-hand,' a word of cheer.
As steadfast as the ages roll,
Binding closer soul to soul.
No matter how fay, or heavy the load,
Sweet is the journey on Friendship's road.
TUB OID OWL
A wise old owl.sat in a tree,
It seldom spoke, because,-you see
The less it said, the more it heard^
Why can^t we all he like that Bird?
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Life would not be worth living if
the man who did things talked
half as much as the men who know
how things "Ought to be done'h
BARE
Eo-,7 rare it is to find a soul
Perfected in self control,
Whose words are fruit of gentle thought
And ne'er with spite or venom fraught,
VAiose deeds are such as can be given
The benedictior of high heaven,,
How ra,ro it is to find a man
Who day by day deep all he can,
At home, in business, ir. the streets,
To cheer and succour folk he meets.
And who would rather suffer loss ,
Than fail to share another'? cross.
FRIENDSHIP
There's a little cosy corner in my
heart all tucked away.
Warmed by the light of friendship's
smile, and S3ng, and laughter gay,
A little sacred nook I keep '— Just
for a favored few,
But there is always "Open House"
within that -olace for YOU.
EVERYDAY FRIENDS
There are friends who love us whatever
we do,
Who remain close beside us with all we
go through,
who are loyal no matter what Providence
sends,
And we love them—God. bless them—
Our Everyday Friends..
How rare 3t in to hear a word
Which cheers one like a singing bird,
To feel the clasp of hands that we*
Are sure from selfish ends are free? -
And yet, though rare as winter flowers,
Thank God these virtues can be ours*
CHEER UP
What's the use of feolin' blue?
When the world seems upside dewn-
What's the use of me and you
Wear in' the same dark frown?
^Tis better to cheer up and know
That altho' the sky be grey -
There is someone in this dear old World
Who'd be glad of your smile today.
DO AN ACT.
Do an act and you. make a habit.
Make a habit and you form a character.
Form character and you reap a destiny.
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FIRST IMPRESSIONS
.OF THE TIN HAT.,..,
BEFORE GOING
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HUMOROUS
VERSE.
FARMER BILL'S BLUNDER,
Ere Farmer Bill to London went
He called upon his future bride;
"Say, lass, what shall I bring thee back?"
The dear, good-haanied fellow cried,
The maiden smiled. Full well she loved
Herself with pretty things to deck.
"Oh, thank thee kindly, Bill," she said;
"Well, bring me something for :ny neck,''
The match has now been broken off;
Of reconcilement there^s no hope,
The maiden can't forgive poor Bill
For bringing her a cake of soap.
(Charles Vivian)
A ROMANCE IN A TUNNEL.
The train clanked on. and the sun was high,
I mused and smoked and read,
I envied the cattle fleeting by, dry?
For I'd naught to drink, and was more than
And swelled and sore my head.
We reached the tunnel, the lights 7?ere ou^,
A lady's voice I heard,
"Oh, Charlie, dear,now stop—get out,
You'll drive me mad, without a doubt—
You're too bold, upcr. my word."
I tried to peer through the hole the lamp
Was meant to occupy,
But the car was dark, and the wicked scamp,
Who was plainly one of the forward stamp,
Still made the lady cry;.
"Oh, leave my skiits alone,you scamp,"
Was still the lady's cry,
But the broad daylight, it c3'je to light,
It floored me, I confess,
For a maid of fifty met my sight,
Her dog was tugging with ail his might
At the hem of his owner's dress.
The scene I'd pictured turned out right,
Which relieved me, I confess.
MARCHING SONG.
Oh, when I die
Don't bury me at all,
Just pickle my bones in alcohol,
Put a bottle of booze
At my head and my feet,
And then I know my bones will keep.
IF DREAMS WERE ONLY TRUE.
"*""" (A.N, Shut t lewo rth-.,
Last night I had a funny dream, and
dreamt to my delight,
I had ten thousand blankets to keep me
warm at night;
I dreamt there wasn't any snow, or rain,
or sleet, or mud,
And saw a German shell descend tha^
proved to be a "dud".
I dreamt I saw a big^Q.M. who didn't
drink the run,,
And a great big Gotha overhead whose
,engines didn't hum;
I thought I saw Old Bill himself,digging
in a trench,
And heard our own interpreter really
speaking French;
I dreamt I played the Good Old Game,
won five bob on the crown,
And saw our anti-aircraft guns bring a
Hun 'plane down; -^
And I thought I saw a driver who really-.
couldn't swear,
And got a shirt from "Divvy" baths clean
enough to wear.
I dreamt I had some money, fully twenty
pounds,
And Tame across a village that wasn't
"out of bounds",,
I dreamt I saw a real M.P. who hopped
the bags with dash
And a soldier on a base—job who wasn't
very flash;
I dreamt we'd really wen the war and
finished Bertha Erupp,
And my blankets weren*t inhabited.
"Reveille" woke me up.——
There was a young- Hun of Berlin
Who picked up* a bomb with the pin;
When he took the pin out he was cent
with a clout
To the place all Huns should be in.
There was an old Fritz of Strashein,
Who was blown to bits by a mine,
As the Kaiser*s last hope he was turned
into soap,
And returned once ag$tn to the line.
^
4
HUMOROUS; VERSE.
157.
There was a young lady named Nella,
Who went for a; stroll''vdth'a fella;
But the silly asg thought .
She was one of: that sort., -
So he copped a right.hook to the smella.
The stork has brought.a little peach,
The nurse said with an air,
"I'me mighty glad", the. old man said,
"He did not bring a pair".
Oh, Lulu's tall and slender,.
She's the prettiest girl in town.
But the "boys don't take her out much
'Till after the sun goes down.
There was;a young lady named Purdell,
Wiriose audacity maizes your blood curdle.
You would never guess.
She was wearing a dress,
You would think it was merely a girdle.
There was ayoung girl of Clovelly,
Who remarked that oysters were shelly,
But for all that she ate
Everyone she couldget,
Till she got a bad pain.in her. e3„bow.
Mary had a little pain, but this may
seem contrary,
The pain th^t little Mary- had.
Was not in'little-M^r;/*^
It was.in.her left ear.
King Solomon and.King David, they both
led naughty lives;;-'; -*
Each had four hundred concubines
And each one hundred wives-.
When they arrived at riper age
They both were seized with qualms,
So. one he wrote the Proverb's
And the other wrote the Psalms. -
I heed no radiant.laughing sun
To tell me* Spring is.; here,
No buds that open one by one, '
-'No brand-new thirst for beer;
I need no savage wowser cheer
At blouses indiscreet,
1 knou too well: that. Spring is here---
A blowfly blew my meat.
THE GIRL WOT'GITS THE BLOKES.
With powder 'alf way down 'er chest,
An 'eels nine inches 'igh;
With skirts that^ lets yer guess the res
An' blouse that plays "l spy"; '
An', scarf of imitation^lace, '
The stuck-up painted 'oax,
I wonder 'ow she 'as the face——
The Girl Wot Gits the Blokes!
Wat, jealous? Me? Excuse yourself!
I don't compete with such.
A parcel off a pop-shop shelf;---
A twopence—ha'penny touch.
Miss: Clancy (in the Bindin') swears
It.'s true 'er father soaks.
No wonder! Precious lot she cares---
The Girl Wot Gits: the Blokes!
I've seen 'er at the picture—shew,.-.-.
An' down the Avenue—- *;.-.
There's not a place a girl could go,
But she gets taken to.
The loveliest boys in Swanston—.street
(Not common factory-folks),
Would niss fried fish an' chips to meet
The Girl Wot Gits the Blokes!
There's not a one but she's got beat,.
The poor deluded waif! - ".
She's nothin' but a joint -'o meat
Inside a muslin safe.
No lady_ would wear things like that, .
An.' yet—they seemto coax ''
The Johns. She^s never on ter-pat,
The Girl Wot Gits the Blokes,. *' ' ,;
She does'nt seem to try to win—
She cops them every time, , :
As if she was a fairy in
A Christmas pantomime;
But if she thinks my Mick's 'er mark,
I'll stop 'er funny jokes;
She'll strike a lady that can nark
The Girl Wot Gits the Blokes!
(Footscray Flo.).
158.
HUMOROUS VERSES.
SURRY HILLS PASTORAL.
JAKE'S PROPOSAL.
"Now, you children," said the teacher,
'""Tell me what doe.s ^greeting' mean J'
But an'..'answe'r'.didn't ,re,ach her; . ,.;
Seemed the. question fowled 'em.clean.
Then she ^tried ;again.:'^No.w,...laddie,.':*
You're the oM thW's^lways bright^,
"'TJhat does -Mummy' - "say to'. Daddy - ' .. ....
^When he reaches-hoite"'at'night?'', ...1 '..
...That'.s.where'-Laddie*'got. a notion;... ....
That he understood her now,
He replied, without emotion-: . ;'.
" 'Drunk:'lagai.n.y.vye^-''rott'en'c
,-, .TRAGEDY OF THE'EGG. ..." : ,..
.'.'.Eating'.,more.thanhe.was..a'b.le., . .''...
Willie died at breakfast, table. - ' ...
'If you please'-, said. siste.r,Meg,.
'May I have his other egg?":. ; ;.; -
Willie in the best of sashes
Fell in the fire, was burnt to-ashes ^.
Bye andbye the room-gtew_,chllly,'..;;
But no one cared to stir'up.Willie,. ; .
BASIC. ENIGM.-" '"'.''', '.'.:."
Sisters and Brothers, have I nbne; '
Father's wage'will support but; one. '"'
- REVISED VERSION'.
Mary's little nanTy-goat' .' .;j .....* ^
Ate "Osh-Kosh" from the walls ,1, ;' -,,
And when the, little kiddies.'came ... ..
They all wore overalls. '''.'"" ... . . :1
PATCH OF NUT --BROVaT' .HUE.'..',
Two' girls gay ^met a boy'' one day",
His legs were briar-scratched, ...<,..
His clothes .. were: of, blue, but a hut
-''brown hue ''....' - - . . :
Marked the. place his. pants were patched.
Jake ..was a very....wordy chap, '
TJhoJalways spoke, right-out,; '''"'., ....
And yet no matter, what he said, . .'..;
His talk was^rpund-j-about; * "' . '...-
.Therefore .whenhe-proposed,
He drawled: "Grace, I'd be glad,
If, when you^start your family,, -
You'll let. me beithe'ir dadi"':''.'.'.. ,' -
. .MAaY's,..CATJ'" '* ' /'l;''-;p '.'!'-
Mary had a Tomny"cat,
It warbled like Caruso,
A fellow swung, a bat, ..;... :-.'"' -':.
And nowit doesn't dp.so..; *';'''"
NURSERY RIiYMEg.,..r ..''.- ""'-''
The bashful chap, held in his lap
A babe, that laughed, in^glee-; ,,....' ..'..'.-.
He longed to die—4tiis mouth:-was; dry^-^-'-'
But;,..oh,. how-damp Ms .knee!. ,: . ''*^-
Mary wears a lovely ^kirt.;.-.-: ...L .'' "-*---
Short...;and' bright and airy.
It never shows a speck of dirt—-
But it shows a lot.ofiMary., .. .,:.-*
I love,little'Flossie, -. .; i.;..-.: -*
Her fur—coat's so^3.rm, ,- ;.;-: r : ' ." ^-
If he knew all abou.t it.
Her .father would stPrm.
DEAD EARNEST.^ , ; ,
I asked a young lady.'if. she would wed,; -'
With a smile in her;bright roguish eyes,
she said-: ' - . :': - '
tt
Go, ask father.
it
Now she knew that I knew
That her father was dead..:,
. And sheknew that! knew
- Of the life he had'-led. ..
^
They-laughed with joy.at the'blue-clad-boy So she knew-that; I*
*knew-,,..-
And his patch pfrnutt^rown hue. ; '_ i,.^ What she meant when
she.said,
'Go
"Why don't,you. p-athe .with-colour .to..match?"
They said''"'Why not.,with blue?"
Don't be coy, my blue—clad boy,,
, ask father!'....'.'. ,....-
'LOST -DN-VOYAGE-
Speak up, - and''they-.-laughed with-gle;e.
When he hung his head,' as. he bashfully Said-
'^That ain't no patch, that's.'I€E.",,.-. -' -'
Memoriam verse, Vic.'-cbuiitry' paper:—
I left my home in Ballarat
3y the seven-thirty train,
But before I got"to Ararat
Dear mother was out of pain.
'(-Those Railway Commissioners again X).
HUMOROUS. VERSE,
Adam was the first man,,he,, led- a.
lenely-life',.'' -. '"- '':'-..'.'.--:-.**"*'
He took a slat and dressed it up and
had it for a wife; .!- *.
Eve was fond of apple-ssass, 'and'had
to have -a bite, ."",*J
So the angel with fiery sword chased
. them out of sight/"",^ / '
Old folks, young folks, all you
darkes come,
Come to the Sunday school and make ..
yourselves at home;
Please to check your chewing-gum and
razors at the door.,
And you'll hear some Bills stories
like you never heard 'ocfcro?
Adam was the first man, Eve was his
spouse,
They quit eatin' fruit one day and
went to keepin'- house; .
Now Adam's life was happy 'and
peaceful in the main,.
Till Eve she had a little son, and
went to raising Cain, '
Jonah was a sailor, so runs the
Bible tale,
He shipped in the steerage,of a
trans-Atlantic whale;, ., , - '
He did not like his quarters, they
were not the very best,
So Jonah pressed the button and the
whale he.did.the rest.
Samson was.a strong man of.the
JohnL. 'Sullivan school:,
He slew the'b'old Philistines with.
the fragments of a mule;
A gal named'Delilah filled him full
. of gin,; ;. : ':': .
Then she-cropped-his'whiskers,, and'
the coppers .ran him in.
David was a fighter, a gemoy little
cuss,.
Along came Gqliath a^-looking for a
.fuss;. ... ,'
David sawhe'd have, to fight or else
he'd have to dust,
So he shied a rock at Golly, and .
busted in his crust.
OUR BIBLE STORIES.
.159.
.Shadrach, Meshach andlbednego, .1
In. the fiery furnace ^.standing... in a. row;-;; .1;
\ Belshazzer thoij^ht that'he had put those.. -;r
.., chillun on the blink, .'"'... * -
But one by one they,all'camejout and : ..
hollered for a'drink...' .'',..,;
Esau was a farmer, a wild and woolly.raize,
His father sold him half a farm and half
to brother Jake;
When Esau saw the title to his farm land
wasn't clear,
He sold it to his brother for a sandwich
- and a beer.
Noah ?as a sailor of great and wide
renown,
He used to sail the ocean till a mountain
ran him down;
He never had a compass and he never had
a sail,
..So I think it's mighty lucky that he
lived to tell the tale. _.
Daniel was a fellow with a cast—iron hide,.
Lions tried to eat him, but they couln't
- get inside; ' . <
When Darius .came around and looked into
-the ring,
"I fooled you once," said Daniel, and
the drinks were on the king.
Solomon was a wise man, he had a lot of cash,
Queen of Sheba came along, and Solly made
a-mash; ' * '
Solly thought that royalty was greatly
underpaid,
So he took to writing proverbs, though he
was a king' by trade.
Elijah was a prophet, who visited country
fairs,
To advertise his business with a:troop of
dancing bears;
He sold a king a prophecy, and every
afternoon ' ' '.
He went up in a parachute and a painted
fire baloon.
^°' HUMCR0U3
"VISITERS" . -;-^r.-:: ....:.-
I .never find a wor3*to say i '
To' _?iR±#.&Es, But' still Ihirglad
To see ^em drop in ,ahy day,
Mos' times... th' /wife, is wild or sad,
An' does *er -air-up .anyway,
An' arks 'ow.mahy drlnlcs I've ^ad.
It's different-— . .
Fer Visiters. ' /'.'." :'''*...
She does -er,'air, Puts 6n'''er best,
An'' never tells the.kids ter clear J
She finds my Sunday coat ans vest
An' smiles as scon as they drawh'ear.
I gets me tea jus^ like a guest,
An', till they^re gone, she calls me
"dear".
My oath she. does—^*
For Visiters.
THE TRAGEDY. ..'
..;../.
The cow stood on the tramway track,
The driver rang the bell: '
But'the silly creat-ure turned her backj,
And heeded .not hin.yell. *. .....
The driver strove to' stop the tram,
But the brakes went wrong somehow,
There.came a crash, an awful smash,
.And the air was full* of cow.
..The, bones and hoofs and horns and hair
.Were scattered in' a.flas'h;.'..', .
Some here, some there, some'everywhere-—
It was. an awful.smas.h. '. ,..^. ^ .
One teat, fell .on an^old'/maid's, lap,
The sight'Wr bosom thrilled;
She cried aloud to all the crowd:
"Good God:; the guard, is killed''..
IF* '-
If you can see''^-^gretty calf and.never
get a thrill,
If you.can goto, work each day and ' "
never kid you're ill,
If you.cap. pay yr-ur income tax. and . .
pay it with a gr-in,
And never go to dancing halls or other
dens of sin,
If you can keep teetotal and you never
even smoke,
If you can shun wild women and can
spurn, a naughty joke,
You'll be a man some day, my lad,
But not, I fear, like your old dad.
?!ERSB,:-.......
......-ABRAHAM SAMUELSTEIN IS GRATEFUL.
Who introduced me to my wife?
My friend Levy..
And who had known me all my life? .....
My friend Levy.
Who made me glad when things looked bad,:
And cheered my wife when she was sad?
My friend Levy.
Who set my business on its feet?
My ^friend-Levy. . -.
And shoved me speculations sweet?
My friend Levy. -.
And T&ten I went, on business bent
To other towns, who paid the rent? . ^
My friend Levy.
Who was best-man when I was wed?
My friend Levy,
Who nursed my wife when ill in bed?
My friend Levy. :
When ny son Ike first saw the light,
Who do you think that he was like?,
His father, . ;, .
THE POOR'LITTLE FLY. '
A poor little fly flew by,the door
And flew right' into a grocery store,
He sat on the cheese and sat on the ham,
Then he wiped his feet on the grocery man.
When the grecery man saw what he had done\
He loaded up his gatling gun,.
And chased the fly all over the place
And tried to shoot him in the face.
But the little fly was far too slick
For he showed the grocery man a trick;
He flew around the room, and then
Went over and. sat on the" ham again.
And when he had finished-his dirty work,
He flew over and lit on the lady clerk,
Then he started to stroll across her knee,
It tickled her so Dmch'sM. laughed with glee.
His rapid motion maxle^ her sigh,- ...'...*.
And then she said "Oh, mej Oh, myj"
She slapped her leg*, aiid held her breath,
And the poor little fly was crushed to
death.'
If you rest, you rust.
If you thrust—you bust.
No rest —- no rust.
No thrust — no bust.
, mnoRous
If all the seas' wefe made of Beery, and
all.the land,Was. Cheese^ * "
And. Crayfish grew already cooked/like
' leaves, upoyi the.trees; .
If Banknotes fell.instead of rain, and
all the. grasps was G-.old,
If Sumner days Were', not too hot, ner
winter ones too cold. *
If houses sprouted.in the night, and
motor cars cost nil,
And eve^one was full of Vim and nc one
ever ill,
If fowls laid ninety eggs a.day, and
wurk was .just, a crime, .
And everyone lived three thousand years
and nine.
If every man. had thirty, wives and all
of them were dumb,
And diamonds grew like has el nuts and
cows provided rum.
If cigarettes were three feet long and
politics' Were barred,
And loaves.of bread were thick as logs
.and measured by the yard.
Ah we'll' 'Twouldbe.arner.ry world
But some perverted owl
Seme pessimistic b----' fool,
Would find some cause"to growl*
(Anon)
Qld Mother.Rubb'ard - ' .
Went to. the cupboard.- . '' -
'Tc get her a' big drink' of gin.
When she got.there
The cupboard was bare,..
. And the old man was wiping his chin,
[?here was an old woman who lived in
a shoe,
Who had so many children she didn't
know what: to do. .' ''
And she often thought, as she called'
the roll, .'
"Wly wasn't I wise to that birth-'
control?" '-
Rose'"s are red;. : - -
Pearl's are white';-.'.....': . ' -,.
I seen 'em on'the clothes line/
Just the other night. '
VEKSB.
A MUG'B MAXI#. . ' . .. .:'
: :. .,...(.H.D.Allen) :
Don' t g,hout cigarettes, hum 'them,..'.'' .,
When, out of dugouts, come forth Loches -
begging for. mercy,, show, them poinds,
Don't turn down. a.double rum issue,..
-turn.lt in. ".. -1-
Wlien your cobber talks stcush, talk sense* '
He that draweth his morning bacon shall
surely get fan, .
It is a lucky soldier that never loses
his head, or his arm, or his leg, or
anything that is his.
There was a young man at.the War Office,
Whose, brain was an absolute store office.
Each warning' severe .
Went in.at one. ear.^
And out at the .opposite orifice.
There were two young ladies of Birmingham^
I know a sad story concerning 'em,
They stuck needles and pins. ' : ; .
In the right ..reverend shins
Of the Bishop.engaged in confirming -em.
There was a, young, curate...of Hants^
Who suddenly took offhis pants. -
When asked why he did, . .
He replied, "To get rid
Of this regular army of ants!''
There vras a young'lady of .Cheadle,
Who sat down in chureh.cn a needle;
Though deeply imbedded^
Twas luckily threaded, <
So she had it removed by.the beadle.
The Reverend Heny WardBeecher- ::.
Called.a hen a most elegant creature.:
The hen,,pleased with that,
Laid an agg in his hat,
And thus did the hen regard Beecher! *-
163..
HUMOROUS
VERSE,
There was a faith—healer of Deal
.Who s-aid, "Although pain isn't real;
' If I.sit on a pin *
And it punctures my skin.
1 dislike what I fancy I feel."
There was a young man who said,, "Hobbs
Should never be tempted with lobg^
He would knock them about
Till the bowlers gave out
And watered the pitch with their sobs"*
There was a young lady of Ryde,
Who was longing to be someone's bride,
So she walked out of doors
Gaily clad in "Tlus Fours." .
And her wishes were soon gratified.
There was a young.Afellow of-Ennis,
Who was very effective at tennis,
The way'he said "Love!" '
Made each turtle-dove
Think the racquet more mighty than pen is.'
There was a young lady of'Munich,
Whose appetite simply was unich,
"There's nothing like food,"
She contentedly cooed,
As she let out.^a tuck in her* tunich.
Here lies a poor gluttonous sinner,
Than in life consid'rably-'thinner,
He's.gone, so they-tell,
Without doubt to — well —
To the place where they cook the best
dinner.
There was an old man of Blackheaih,,
Who sat .on his set of false teeth,
Said he, with a start,
"0 Lord, bless my heart!
I've bitten myself underneath!"
There was a young lady of Malta,
Who strangled her aunt with a halter.
She said, "i won't bury her,
She'll do for my terrier:
She'll keep for"a month if I salt her."
A thrifty young fellow of Shoreham . 1"
Made brown paper trousers and woreham,
He looked nice and neat - '
Till he bent in the street
To pick up a pin, then he toreham.
There was a young lady of Glascow,
Whose party proved quite a fiasco.
At nine—thirty, about r
The lights all went out,
Through a laps^e on the part of the Gas Co.
There was a young tenor of Tring?
Whoso nickname was, "God save the King".
For the kindliest—hearted
Of people.departed
Whenever he started to sing.
There was an old man of Tralee
Who was bothered to death by a flea,
So he put out the light,
Saying.
,, "Now he can-t.bite,-
For he-11 never be able to.see,"
There was an old man of the Nore,
The same shape behind as before.
They did not know where
To offer a chair,
So he had to sit lo'wn on the floor..
There was an old fellow of Cosham,
Who took out his false teeth to.wash 'em.
But his wife said, "Now Jack-.
If you don't put them back;
I'll jump on the d—things and squash .'em",,
When Tommy first saw Colonel Beak
(Now, Tommy is five and can speak!)
He said, "Auntie Rose,
Does he paint his nose
With the same stuff you paint your cheek?"
There was a young lady named Wemyss,
Who, it semyss, was troubled with dremyss,
She would wake in the night, . . .
And, in terrible fright^ : -'
Shake the bemyss of the house with her
scremyss,
A writer who worshipped Nijinski
Was prepared to think ill of Ptasszynsky.
But with pleasure he c*ried \
When her tights he espied:
"By jovei she is quite in the pinsky!"
^A motorist, out on the spree,
Said "Speed limits, don!t .trouble me."
So, during a trip
He let .the car rip-!—^- . t
And a *full stop' made up "R.I.P^!"
..HUMOROUS VJiRSE.
L63.
..An indolent ivicar of Dray-....... -
His roses allowed :to decay;.
, His wife, more ^ alert, -..
" Bought a'powerful squirt,
And said tocher spouse,'"let us spray."
There was a young lady of Kent,
Who said; that she kne?7 what it meant
When men asked her to dine,
Gave her.cocktails and wine.,
She knew what it meant-—but she went!
An athletic young lady, of Olewer
Once incited a bull to pursue her*
But she vaulted the^gate
Just a fraction too late,
Now when she. sits down, she says, 'oo-er!''
There was a young.lady of Joppa,
Who came a society cropper,
She went to Ostend -. -
With a gentleman friend; * ' '
The rest.of the story's improper.
There was a young girl of Australia,
'Who went to a dance as a dalflia^ .
When the petals uncurled,
It revealed to.the world
That the. dress, as a dress, was a fail—ia!
There was .a young girl named Bianca,
Who retired-while the.ship was at anchor;
But awoke with dismay,
When she heard the mate say: '
"We must pull up the top sheet and spanker".
There,was a lady of.Erskine,
Who .had a remarkably fair akin.
When I said to her,"Mabel, *
.You look well in your sable,"
She replied, "l look best in my bearskin."
There was a young man of Montrose,
Who had pockets in none cf his clothes.
When.asked by his lass -
, Where he carried his brass ^
.He said "Darling, I pay through the nose".
A'rapid young couple, mamed Ord,
Went 'scorching'., one day, in a Ford.
But a spill'in a-dell,*. .
' Transferred them to—'-well—-.. '
Where ^scorchers'* in millions are stored..
As-'a beauty I amnbt a. star,
There are others' more handsome, by far„
' But cy face—I don't mind it . ...J*
For I' am behind it,
It's the people in front get the jari..
A rai*e old bird is the Pelican,
His beak-holds more than his belican.
He can take in his beak
Enough-food for. a week...-.
I'm darned if I knew how the helicaii!
Said a constable stern, on his beat,
.To a couple.more fond than discreet;
"Tho'jgh a Miss miss a kisSj,
Give the next kiss a 'miss*.
For a kiss is amiss in the. street<," '
The bottTe of p§ffume that \Yillie sent
Was highly displeasing to Millicent;
Her thanks were so'cold ' :./. -.. ..
They quarrelled, I'm told, .
-Through that silly scent Wilii.e sent .;
...Mlliicent.
A. fly and a flea.in a.flue
Were; imprisoned, so what could they do? .
Said the fly., "Let us flee!"
Said the flee., "'Let us fly!"
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
A- tutor who taught on the flute .
Tried to teach two young tooters to toot.
Said the two. to the tutor,
"is it hardod.to toot, or
To tutor two tooters to toot?"
Said a man to his. wife, down in Sydenham,
"My best trousers—where have you hydenham?
It is perfectly true
That they wem't very, new, :
But I foolishly left half-a-quidenham"<,
There was an. eld.man of Tobagp.,
Whose Limerick jokes did top far go;
Till a kick on the seat
Made him much:more discreet;
He wonders now, "When will the scar go^
There was a young lady of Malta, *
When young was oft seen with a psalter.,
* But she's reat.1. Marie Stopes, .
And how she just hopes
And prays to be took to the altar.
164.
THE LITTLE QUAKER..
There once was a quaint little Quaker-
named Jane,
In her taffeta gown she looked perfectly
sweet:
Although not a beauty, she was not at
all plain,
V^en she passed she-attracted all eyes -
in the street..
THE OLD FAVOURITE.
It's a pity she'll never be fancied again,
She's old and she's slow, and does nothing
but eat.
'When she moves you can notice: a terrible
strain, .
She's putting on weight and she's gone
in the feet.
MY CAR.'
Her body was painted all purple and white,
She started off finely but when she reversed,
Her bonnet blew off and vanished from aight,
It looked as if something was going to burst.
MY YACHT.
She was knawn in the town as the sailor's
.'. delight,'
I could see. she; was broad' in the beam
from the first.
I knew we were in for a terrible night,
So I slackened her stays and prepared
for the worst.
There was a young lady of Riga, ,.
Who went for a'ride on a" tiger;
They returned from, the ride
With.the.lady inside,
And a smile on the face of the tiger.
There's a certain young girl of the East,
Whose' extravagant vnays have increased.
She's perfectly reckless,
Her latest new nacklace—
Well, it must have cost fourpence,at least.
There was a young girl of West Ham,
Who hastily jumped on a tram.
When she had embarked, .
The conductor remarked,
"Your fare, miss"..She answered,, "i am".
......SHE WAS ONLY A ??????
She was only, a; Bootmaker's daughter— .
but she said -Shoo" to all the men.
She was only a fruiterer's daughter—
but she gave all the chaps the
raspberry.
She was only a Photographer's daughters—
but her answer was in the negative.
She..was only a Policeman's daughter—
but she had all the fellows beat.
She was only a Hiker's daughter—
but she kept to a straight and narrow
path..
She was only a Tram-Conductor's
daughter—but she never knew when to
stop.
She was only a. Bookie's daughter— .
but she always came home at 3 to 4*
She was only a Green-Grocer's daughter—
but she'knew her onions. ^
She was only an Asphalter's daughter—
but she loved her tar.
She was only an Electrician's daughter—
but she lit up all the town.
She was only,a Grocer's daughter and \
she said "No"—but Marmite. ..
She was only^a Baker's daughter—but
she kneaded the dough.
There was an old fellow of Spain,
Whose legs were cut off by a train.
When his friends said,"How sad!"
He replied, "I am gladj, * '-,
For I've now^lost my varicose vein."
A giddy young fellow of Sparta,
To headaches had long been a martyr.
Till his wife, so they say, .
Took his^. latchkey away,
He was smart, but- the lady was smarter,
There was. an old man. of Madrid,
Who. ate sixty—five, eggs for a quid'. ; .
When they asked,"Are you faint?"
He replied, "No,- I ain't,
,.But I don't feel ag well as I did;." .
i65
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^ 1:^1 ^f^4
i.^
Foreword. ... ..-. ..... ... ..,.--...
^Lest. we. Forget'^... ... ... ... ... * .,,
Returned Soldier'S Badge and. Princess Marj?- tin- - „..
Chronology.of War ... ... ... ... * ....
4tb Field Ambulance Roll of Honor ... . .. . ' . ^??
12th Field Ambulance Roll of Honor „< ..-,'.....
13'th Field Ambulance B.oll of Honor .. ..,-.'' '...'''
"Our Association^' ,., ,,, .. ... ... '
4th Division As M. C. Banner ... . ... .,.
"TiTby thei Soldiers Sang'' .,, ... .f..... ' ...
Shrine of Remembrance ^.. . .. ,, , ... '..., -.. '
Digger Songs ,,. ..... ... .,4. „.. ...
Digger Hymns ..... ..... ... ,^= ."- -*"
Record of Australian Imperial Forces in the Great War' .
Record of Royal Australian Eavy and R.A,Lj\B,: '' ''. ,
List and. details of Transports requisitioned by Lhe^.
. ..' ^ Australian Government ... ... ...
British.War—ship losses, ':Baemy lasses, also Mercantile
;"* Marine losses in the Great War . ,'.'.' ".'.'.. '<
Sotlth.African Association^ s Badge and Oueeh Victoria T;
South'A:?ri.can. .War statistics etc: ,., ,.. .v.'
South African,War songs and verses ..;. <,*.,. .*'-
G-reat'War Verses etc.. ,'.,;.*.. ..... ... ...
.Potted '.Tisdon and Happy Thoughts .. ..' ... ' ..'.'
Non—War Verses ... ... ... .,.-.. ..„ ^^..
Humorous Verses ,.. ... ... .,...--...* .*.'.'
Indexes ... ... ... ... ..... ... ...
n'
Pages
^-r.. -j-'... .
2- ' '
4/6
f
9
11
12/13
. 14/15
16
17/38
39/43
.14/31
32/53
54/55
.36.
. 57
59/64
65/12C0
121/133
135/153
.155/164
165/172
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INDEX OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
Page_
A Full Corp ... .... ... B§A.
Ain't there a duckboard track?.. 120A
All those men intending having
dying relations ..... .... 24b
Australian Amy Nursing Service .
Badge .... 50
Australian Naval Button ... 52
Bringing-in the Rum Issue ...
15Cb
Diggers marching and singing ... 17
Diggers singing ... ...... 15
Divisional Baths ... ... .... 56a/
Extract from Intelligence Report.,38a
FeenishBook: ... ... ... i.?4
First impressions of a Tin Hat., 1:%
Fourth Division A.M.C.'Banner .. 13
Fourth Field Ambulance Honor Roll..7.
From a Christmas Lehter ... ..100a
General %i. Booth Memorial ,..
73
Here lies a Fritz ... .... .... 18
How did you enjoy y-^ur run Digger? 64a
In the Field Dressing Station .... Ii8a
| Keep your Head down *.., |
<.. |
38b |
| Mi^rphy and his donk ... |
.., |
50b |
| No Man' s- 1 ajid ... ... |
|
86a |
| Nurse Cave11 Memorial ... |
... |
50a |
| Fay Day .,. <,.. .. . ' |
|
134 |
| Princess Mary Gift Tin .. |
|
T! |
The Clutching Hand ...
TheDetroyer, ... ...
The Fly .... /.J .....
The Girl he left behind.
The Homecoming ... .-..
The Listeners ... -'...,
The Mail ... .... ....
The Navy ... .... ... .
The Nurse ... ......
The.Record ... 4..
Thirteenth Field Ambalanee
Honor Roll .
Twelfth Field Ambulance
Honor Roll ,.,
irage
3-^
97
105
34a
71
111
109
' 18
lOj
93
80
11
What are you doing back.bere? ..100b
^hat did you do in the Great
' War Daddy? ... . .*< ' 56b
What J Last enother 5 years?. .. 38a
What! s the matter" with Bluey
paradin! sick? ... 24a
IThat's the gold stripe on your
sleeve for? ... .... 64b
's!hat it feels like without a -
pass on leave ... 150a
Where are you going? .-..:..._,..- 18
niere^s your-heme? ...'....... 86b
-Withdrawal from Ansae ..." 34b/34c
Queen Victoria Gift Tin
Raiding ... ......
Raiding-the Gramaphone ..
Returned Soldier's Badge
Shrine of-Remembrance ...
South African Soldier's Badgi
Stop that — row ...
57
79
118b
3
16
57
34d
The Airmen ...
The Cans c r ,..
The Clean-Page, When?
... 10{
. . .- 86 a
...150a
ENS€X:
167,
BIGG3R .SONGS.
-r
DIGGER____
IPag'e"
SONGS.
DIGGER" SONGS.
All the hide girls love a Sailor ..30
Along the Road to Gundagai ...
Another'little drink
Apres Le' Guerre
Around- the' Corner
Auld Lang Syne
Australia' will' be* there
Austral#Ais$j< „ c *..= ,;. * * -.
At the-halt on the left
A young Aviator lay dying
'32
27
27
35
26
21
23
21
35
Baek home in Tennessee & Parody.... 31
Battalion Song .
Lest school of all
Bonny Banks of Loch Lomond
Boys of the Dardanelles
Boys of the Old Brigade
Chu Chin Chow
Come on Third
36
29
29
3?
36
23
37
35
38
30.
34
30.
Finest job of all (The Airman),.. 27
Daisy 3e-ll _. ...... ..... ' -
Dear Lit-tle_ .Shamrock -...-'
Down in :the. pld. Front Line
Every Ship will find a Harbor
Far, far, from.Ypres
| GuHdagai * ... ... |
... 23 |
| God Save .th,e.King* ' ...' |
... 30 |
| Good—bye Anzac ... .... |
... 30 |
| Good^-Byee ... : '...'^ ... |
... 25 |
| Goodbye General Orders .,. |
... 32 |
| Good-bye Melbourne Town--.,. |
... 27 |
| Good—night Ladies .... ... |
... 26 |
Here we;arj3:..agaln ... ... .... 22-
Here's a;l;e.a.lth-to ..those we love ..38
Here's to the good old Beer .... 20
How dry we are........'.. 22
Hush, here comes a Whizz—Bang ... 33
I don't want,to die ... ..... 33
If the Sergeant steals your rum ...33
If you want to find the Sgt-rMajor..38
I'll make a man ?f you ... ... 31
In the Evening down the Wambecke.. 35
In the shade of the old Apple Tree.38
It. was Christmas Day in thd Work-r.
House ...... .'.35
I've lost my rifle and Bayonet ...34
I want to go home' ... ...... 25
I want to see the Colonel ... ..32
I wore a Tunic ... ... .., 33
John Brown! s baby ......... '26
John)3y comes .marching Home .... 26
Jolly gocd Company ... ., ,, ' 3°*
Just a wee Deoch an' Doris .... 26
Just blown down from the West.... 28.
Keep the Home Fires Burning.....23
Kitty, Kitty ... ...... .... 37
Land of Hope and Glory ..*. ... 32
Little Grey Home in the West ... 24
Little 7fet Home in the Trench ,._24,.
Madelon ... ...... ...28/29
Mademoiselle from Armentieres. .19/20
" . " (Re-Uh'ion Nights)21
Marching, Marching, Marching ... 25 '
Marching. Song.' '
(C Section^ 12th Fid. Ambularice)28
Marching Song (Hold your.hand out
. . Naughty Boy) ,...38
Mary she was witty ... ... ...^27
Mother Machree -and Parody ..... 24
My Bonnie is over the Ocean.... .-.2.0,_'.;
My Little Dugout ... .... 28
My Nellie's a goer ... ..... -34 '
Never Mind ... ... .... 34
Old Folks at Home ... ..... 26
Old Soldiers never die ... ... 23
One Staff Officer jumped ... ,,, 35
Only one more Marching Order ... 36
Ordered Overseas ... ... ... 32
Over There! ...... ... ... 26-
Pack up your Troubles ... .,, 23
Raining, Raining, Raining .... 33
Re-uhion Night. ,.. ........ 35
Rolling Home. ... ..... .20
Rose of No Man's Land ... ... 25
________________(Cont.)
DIGGER SONGS.
INDEX .(CONTINUED)-
Page
DIGGER SONGS.
Send out the Amy and Navy-
Shining Sarah ... ..
Show me the Way to go Home
Sister Susie^s sewing shirts for
Soldiers
Soldier's Farewell ...
Some hearts will "be joyful
Sons of the Sea ...
Sweet Adeline .....
34
37
24
20
26
36
37
25
Wash me in the' Water .... '
We are the Ragtime Army ....
We haven't s^en the'Kaiser
We parted oh the' shore' ...
We're Here Because We're Sere
38-
21
.31
30
38
Take me back to dear Old Blighty ,. 25
There's a Long, Long Trail ... ....22
The Brigadier he gets Turkey .... 32
The Minstrel. Boy ....,......
The Moon shines' Bright .... ...
The more we are together ... ...
The Ruddy Platoon ...........
Till the Sands of the. Desert .grow
, ' cold ....
Tipperary ... ... ... ....
38
33
22
37
25
21
When the Great Red Dawn is Shining 24
When the stew is on the Table ... 33
When this blasted War is over ..,'22
When you come home .... ... ... 37
When you come to the' end of a
Perfect Day ... ... ... -38
Your King and Country want you... 36
@(g(g!ig(;gc<%g(^
.'DIGGER HYMNS.
INDEX
| |
|
|
|
Page |
| Abide withme\ ... .^. At even ere the sun
was set
All people that'on earth do
Art Thou weary? ... |
dwell . |
40 42
. 42
43 |
| Fight the good Fight . For Those at Sea'''... |
- |
.. |
... |
40 \4i |
| God be with.you .... |
... |
... |
... |
43 |
| Earki Hark^ My Soul; .. |
|
... |
... |
42 |
| Jesu, Lover of my Soul |
" |
|
* |
43 |
| Lead/ Kindly Light ' .. Lest We Forget ' .. |
|
'" |
... |
40 40 |
DIGGER HYMNS.'
Onward Christian Soldiers .... 41
0 Come all ye Faithful ...... 40
0 God our help'in Ages past .. 40
0 Jesus I have -promis&d - .. ,
Peace, Perfect-Peace .......
Praise God from whom all
blessings flow ...^
Rock of Ages r ...... ...
43.:,
43 -_
42 ..
.43
Stand up, Stand up for Jesus ..42
. 41'
Through the Night of'Doubt
< and Sorrow .....
The Day Thou gavest Lord is
ended .'., 4?
Nearer my God tc Thee-
40
When I survey the Wondrous Cross.42
What a Friend we have in Jesus...43
X.
<g@th%$Mg(iag#gj^^
(Cont.)
SOUTH AFRICAN SONGS (wAR)_.
Another issue * - * . . < ^ * ^
Anglo Boer War ... ... ,.
All Hands .,, * .. < ..
Blue Bell -. ^ c i.. ... ..
Boys of the Old Brigade
Break the news tc Mother ..
Britons Strike Home .l..
Comrades
Dolly Gray .... ...' ... ..
Do you remember'30 years ago in
South Africa' ... ...
Elands River ...
I want to.go Home
Just before the Battle, Mother ,..
Lady smith ... "... ... ../.
Last Post ,..,,,..,. ...
(3)
INDEX
Page
60 ,
64 ^
.120 ,
--6e- —'
6o
6i
63
6o
62
64
60
,62
64
64
' SOUTH AFRICAN- SONGS. (wAR)
Motherland ... ... ...
Not a-rum issue ... ...
Old England and* the New ...
Ring down the curtain' I can*t
. '.sing tonight*-''...
Rule.Britannia ......
I69.
Page
63
60
"'63
62
62
SakkaBonna "'.*.. ... ...^
Sons.of'the Sea... .;.. ....
Soldiers of the Queen .. ....
The Absent-Minded Beggar ' ..,.
The Fighting'Navy. .... ........
The Old Flag '.,..:' .." .....'.
The Red, TJhite, and Blue .... : 62
6l^
61
60
62
61
M(SOS^Ma!(aM
WAR V3RSB.
INDEX
| |
|
Page |
| Ansae ... .... . |
12'0 ' |
| Aftermath ... .... |
... |
... 117 |
| After the- War .. ... |
... |
.... 96 |
| A Mother unde.. -tands. =. |
... |
... 108 |
| A New Version ... ... |
<-... |
... .81 |
| A Night Attack '....' |
... |
... 102 |
| A Song of .Christmas Weather.. |
... 112 |
| Australia i.g, Waiting ... |
... |
... 88 |
| Australian.Federation... |
... |
... 69 |
| "Apres le Guerre ... |
^.. |
.,.. 120a |
| Before Action ... ... |
.. . |
..,. 106 |
| Before the Charge |
' < * |
... 94 |
| Bugle Calls. ... ...' |
... |
... . 110 |
| Billy Green * „.... ... |
„.. |
120b/l20c |
| Sheer!0 . ..'.- - ... ... |
... |
... 90 |
| Cold Comfort - ... ... |
|
.., 83 |
| Coming Over . . .*-.. ... |
o . . |
... 117 |
| Concert Party .... ... |
,. . . |
... 117 |
| Counted. For ,. ... . ....: |
|
99 |
| Credo ..\ ,.. .^.. .-. |
|
... 11*5 |
| All Hands .......... |
... |
... 120 |
| Eighteen Years Today ... |
. . c |
... 69 |
| Carry on$ ... . *,' ...- |
. ..^ |
... 120b |
| Fighting Hard ... ... |
... |
.. 85/86 |
| Flannagan^s Roll Call ... |
. . c |
./, 112 |
| For the Fallen ... ... |
... |
....Il9 |
| Four Ytfords .... .... |
. .'. |
..... 8^ |
| Funk' „.. .... v... |
... |
...74 |
| ' '^AR- VFRSE. ' |
|
| |
* '"' Page |
| Gallipoli .... ... |
...-99 |
| Getting Back .. ... |
... 82 |
| God^s Business.- ... |
.. J 112' |
| Going up the Line ... |
-..."118 |
| Good pld No .9 ....., |
^.. 8l |
| Gunga Din ... _ .. .^ _;._., J |
:: .IO4/5 ' |
Have you heard?
His Mate ..."
84
Here ^s to gppd fellows etc.....120c
I oft. gp ou*& in the night-time . 94
Kitchener of Khartum
Letters^ ...' ...
Missing' — Bel'ieved billed ...,
Mother* 0! Mine.'
Mud and .Dust.' .*
91
96
95
98
114
9.2
Now
',..< '.11... .^7..;-.;' ... ' ^; 76
..Old and New Years' '..". ""'..^ ,.108
...On Active Service; '....'' ./.. .^94/95
On the Field of Honor' * ' ....' - '.. 89
. ' ' .' . (Coht.^ "'
170.
WAR VERSE
Peace, .Blessed Peace '...
Philosopher .. < ..
Praise'of Tobacco ' ,..
Prayer before attack ...
Premonition ... * '...
Recessional ./.., '.--
Scots ,of,,.the Riyerina ,,,
Sohg of.th§ Dardanelles,
Song of .the Padres ;';'.-...
Steadfast Friend . ...
Straf that Fly ... ...
Stretcher Bearers.....
| Ten Little Aussies' |
... |
... |
84 |
| That Bloke Bates . |
... |
... |
.. 99, |
| The Aftermath |
.. |
* - |
87 |
| The Airman .-.,... |
... |
... |
107 |
| The Airmen ... |
.. . |
. . |
86 |
| The Attack at Dawn |
. . |
. . |
102/103 |
| The Australian ... - |
|
|
67 |
| The Au'stralianWay - |
v. . |
'..; |
77/78 |
| The Burial '..... - |
^...' . |
... |
106 |
| The Call. ",-.'-. |
.... |
<... |
. 74 |
| The Chat's Parade- -; |
... |
... |
81 |
| The Comforts ;...-'-;, |
-..-. |
. *.. |
110 |
| The Common Place |
... |
... |
7,6 |
| The "Corporal *s'r Story |
... |
.....' -* |
;118/1-9 |
| The Court Martial |
. *. |
* ^! " |
101 |
| TM 'Cripple ';...' |
.-.. |
. .' i.'. |
102 |
| The Cross - ' ^.. |
. -.. - |
- . * . |
102 |
| The- Dea^h"' .... |
.... |
. ... |
103 |
| The Diggers |
. *. |
... |
106 |
| The Dingbat '. ...**- |
... |
. . . ... |
lib |
| The Dinkum oil about |
Diggers ... |
115 |
| The Dest^o'yer „, V |
... |
. .' . |
97 |
| The Dud ' ... ' ... |
... . |
. . |
116 |
| The'Fty' ' ' ... |
.... |
.... |
. 105 |
| .The Fool .....t...... |
... |
. . . |
75 |
| The^C-eh'erals' ... |
. .. ' |
... |
72/73 |
| The' Hat' '.' . .4 ... |
..'.- |
' ... .' |
70/71 |
| The B^mecb-mihg ' . ,, . |
... - |
:....,..'"" |
. 111 |
| The J.ester in the Trench |
... |
101. |
| The Australian G-i-rl |
. ^.. |
.*.. |
' j-20a |
| |
(4) |
. . |
|
|
| |
INDEX CONTINUED '' WAR'-VmSE- |
|
|
| |
Page |
|
|
Page |
| .'.. * |
92 |
The.Ladies of Hell .... |
.... |
115 |
| ... |
88 |
The Last Barrage*' ...'. |
. .. |
110 |
| ^.. |
110 |
The Listeners. .... .... |
|
109 |
| ... |
89 |
The Lone Pine Charge^.. |
' i. , . |
.82 |
| . . |
. 96 |
The Navy.'s Soul |
* ' .. |
1.03 |
| |
|
The Pensioner'. *. .. ' ' ... |
|
: 100:. |
| ... |
78/79 |
The Record' .'.'. . *.. |
! - - |
' 80 |
| ... |
.106 |
The Return ..." .' ... |
'.'** |
105 |
| |
|
f The Secret ... .'.. |
|
98 |
| ... . |
. 87 |
The Singer ..'. ' . r. |
. . . |
9,8 |
| ..'..'. |
; 85 |
The Singing Army ... |
!.' * ' |
68/69 |
| . ...\ . |
113/114 |
The Soldier's' Mother' |
* ! - |
69 |
| ... |
* 76 |
The Spirit ... ... - |
... . |
. 100 |
| ... |
105 |
. The ThousandthMail ... |
- . . |
104 |
| * * * |
116 |
The Tonti-y's Lament ..'. |
... |
94 |
| |
|
The Two Knitters* ' ... -. |
. . .' |
78 |
| ,.. |
84 |
The Volunteer ' ' ... ' |
.... |
- 75 |
| ... |
v. 99, |
The. Wound ... .... |
* * * |
93 |
| |
87 |
Things that never happen |
in |
|
| f - - |
107 |
the Army |
... |
11$ |
| . . |
86 |
Things we can't find in the |
|
| ... |
102/103^ |
Official History * - |
... |
82 |
| |
67 |
Things we -never heard in |
the |
|
| ..; |
77/78 |
Army ..... |
;t . . . |
.90 |
| ... |
106 |
Third Battalion Alphabet - |
1-t ... |
83 |
| ... |
. 74 |
To !^r Comrades of. the: .* |
|
|
| ... |
81 |
Australian Light Horse |
. ^ . < * |
96 |
| ... |
110 |
To Hf Digger Pal ... |
<i --- r |
^ 169 |
| ... |
76 |
To Stretcher Bearers |
. . . |
90' |
| ... |
:: 118/1-9 |
Tc the-Peace cranks |
* .. . |
, .116 |
| ... |
101 |
Tubby-, .. ... ,.. |
|
/. .76' |
Up and down-the Duckb cards ..,.
Ytfar News from the Press
' Waste' ,.; - '*..'.
Where we've- d-ossed
i7o'r'ry *'...- . -.....
Young Fellow My Lad'J
Tou'Australian Mothers
84'
90
116
ic8
.91
(ggg^ggig^i^giggQ^
(Cont.)
^r
<?*
NON-WAR VERSE.. ^;',_.^
Achievments ,,.^.J.I. ... .'.v'*''-'
A Difference of Opinion.. ...
Advice to Wives ... ... ...
After Toil ... .......I ... .'-'-
A Home Song ... .. . ... ..'.
An Australian National Song ';.....
And this should be our Daily Prayer
A Smi le ... ... ... . *' - !
A Tiling of 3eauty - - ...
A True Friend .... ... ...
A True Man ... ... ...
A Mate can do no vnrong.. ...
Pea.Uty .... ... '' ' . . . . .;.; ;
Bf cheerful - ... ... ...
3ir1 of paradise .........
Character ... .... ...
Cheer Up ..... ..... ...
Christmas Greetings! ,, ; .
To a Mother .'",,
To a Father .„,
Damn ... ... / . *; .....
Do an Act .. ... .......
Do all the Good you can ....
Don't Worry ... ...
England YetJ ... ....
Enthusiasm ... ....
Every.D^* .'. .... ..."'- .-.-
Everyday Fri'e'n'ds.'. ' .... . .'
'E went and .took—The same as
Experience ... / ... . .. .
Forgiveness ' .... .... . ,
Forget it . ... ...
Friendship--.^...''' ...
Friendship's. Road' ' .... . .
Genuine Joy'- ... ' '...
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INDEX.
NON-WAR. .VERSE. :
l.?l..
.Page
.138
139
152
145'
.143'
148 .
.147
152^
149
152
146-
139
143..
152
151
. 150'
.14c
146
153
| |
142 |
| "*4 |
142. |
| |
144 |
| ... |
. i&3 |
| ... |
150 |
| |
1.51 |
| ,,:, |
141 |
| . .. |
141 |
| ... |
' 144 |
| '. ^... - |
1^3 |
| me... |
136 |
| ., |
144 |
149
138
153.
133
| He's 'a-Sport.....-. - - ... |
..... |
147 |
| Home 3weet Home.. ....'-'. |
. . ..... '"- |
'^'152 |
| How ... ... ... |
.. .. . .. |
144 |
| How did you take it?..., .1 |
--.'\-'. .'^= |
152 |
| It's no' in titles ... |
... |
149 |
| If we only could. ... |
... |
137 |
| If we only kne?f'".' .... |
|
143 |
| Just Think .....- '....... |
|
152 |
| .. ''. ^-'-,-. .--:<';,'-- .*- . '--"'" 4'4 |
?age |
| Lament - '--,-,'' 1... 'r-' ':.r^ |
146. |
| Lend a Hand.. ... .... |
140 |
| Let something Good be said ... |
142 |
| Life . .'..' .. ^ ...;'...'. .... ... |
I53 |
| Malting time worthwhile .. ... |
146 |
| Man's- ^dmmijssion'. ' -... ... ..'. |
13& |
| ..Mind your :-own Business .... ... |
14^- |
| Mother ... ... ....r .... |
150 |
| Mother- my -de^ar!' ,.'. ... .. |
153 |
| Never explain ... .... ... |
145 |
| Never mind it ... ...... |
151 |
| Nine miles from Gundagai...;., |
140 |
| Opportunity ^ !". ... ^.. |
149 |
| Pal 0' Mine...... ... |
151 |
| Playing the Game . ;.,. ... |
151 |
| Profassion of Friendship ... |
15c |
| Proof of jfriendship ^.. ... |
150 |
| Rare ... ..... ... ... ^ |
153 |
| Shock Absorbers .... ... ... |
150 |
| boli'cude ... ... ... ..* |
138 |
| Something each Day .. ,... ... |
142 |
| Success in the World ... ... |
151 |
| S^e ............. |
151 |
| Take heed ... .... . ..... |
152 |
| Take them home ; ... ....... |
145 |
| The Cadger . ... .... ..; - ? -..;-;- j .. .. |
140 |
| The Happy Mail..................;-. |
-L^..j |
| The; House by the side of the Road.I5I |
| The KlRd Thing ..'..' 4 '..... ''4 ^ <..'. |
145"" |
| The' Meaning ,of Life" * "... . r 4 |
.150*' |
| The 'Old Owl * .,.''* ... .,4 |
153 |
| The 'sum of "things. ... ...I37/I5O |
| Things, to Forget - ... .-..^...,^ - |
. -1-42' |
| -Tis. useless' to' regrets \. 4'^:... |
' 1.-12. " |
| Tree Lover's Song4 .44 ...... 4. |
140 - |
| Toasts' '.;.;. '. ; - .'.'.."''...:.' .': .'.. |
,139... |
| Trust .. ._... -. . .:... . ... .<4 |
: :n38, |
| Try- .....-.,, '"' ^.^.,. -4 ..'.".4";..,. |
",139^ |
| Weary; ...' . .,...' ;..,..:.... |
! 141 |
| Well Doing ... ...- '..'.' 4., |
. * 151 |
| Wlia: is' Loyal'ty? . ,.^.'.: . 4.:^. \ '';.... |
.: .148 |
| What ip*. Success ?.:,..„ ^ v*.. , .... |
r 143^ |
| Why?' ' 4-. * ' * . .'- fS ' :* ."....^. . ... * |
4147 |
| Wlp^ hot smile?' ....'; ^ .^.*.'"-=... |
;145- |
| Worth-your" while .. ---- * ^ ^ 4 . .'.,... |
'; W' |
| You suit me/ ...".. .' . ...^. ^\ . |
r'.150 |
| You^y/Hy.FriMKiJ -... . . .'4, ..*. |
lb!' |
(Cont,)
172.
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INDEX.- POTTED WISDOM .RlID HAPPY THOUGHTS.
INDEX.
Page '
| A Task -" ^-.-"' -- |
| A well' "spent Day |
| Be Prompt! .'- '.,.. |
| Courage ..,.. |
| "Dad" - |
| Do your Duty ..., |
| Good Advice ... |
Talk Happiness. ' ..
Thought before Sleeping
The Helpful Friend ...
.POTTED 'WISDOM.'
".Bill J.bnes" (Business)
21
16
35
18
36
10
27
30
33
27
34
| .-.-.- |
128 |
| -..'.... ^ |
126. |
| ... |
128- |
| - - - - |
124 |
| ... |
128 |
| *.'.'' |
126 |
| .... . |
. 12 z+ |
| . . ^ |
' 124 |
| ... |
- 126 |
| *".*.'.'' |
' 124 |
| terns" .'.. |
' -122 |
| !t |
123 |
| !i |
124 |
| tl - |
125 |
| t! |
126' |
| tt - |
IS? |
| tt - |
128 |
| !! " |
129 |
| )!- - |
' 130 |
| 'tt- |
' 131 |
| tl - |
132 |
| !f ; |
133 |
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INDEX.
'HUMOROUS VERSE, LIMERICKS etc
Page
A Romance in. a Tunnel' ...*: ... 1-5&
Abraham Samuelstein is grateful ... l60
A Mug's, Maxims* . .......... ...
Basic Eniyyna . '..-. ... .'...
DeaA Earnest ...... '.".'.
Depression ... ... *'.'..
Farmer.Bill's Blunder .. ...
If dreams were only true ...:..^.:.
If (Parody)' ' ' ... - .-.'.... .,..:, ,.
Jake's-Proposal ....... ...
.Lost on.Vo'ya'ge: 'i'..-. ^....
My Car ' & My'-'Yacht ."..''
Marching Song .../..
Mary's Cat.. ^.... *
-Mary, had a little lamb
' ..(.Revised Version)
Nursery Rhymes ... ...
l6l
158
:.!58
161
'156
156
160
158
158
164
156
158
158
| |
Page |
| .Our Bible Stories' ;..' ... ;.: |
. 159 |
| Patch, of, nut broim hue ..; * |
' 1'58 |
| Surrey Hills Pastoral ..,...,-; |
'.'.I.5.8 |
| She was only a -— daughter . |
.164 |
| (12* 'items')' |
|
| The Little Quaker '...'. ...' |
'I64 |
| The Old.Favourite J.'.*' ... |
' 164 |
| The Girl Wot Gits the Blokes .^ |
. 157 |
| ^Tragedy of the Egg ... ... |
158 |
| The Tragedy ... .'..'. .... |
:'-.l60 |
| The Poor. Little Fly .... ... |
160 |
| ".Visiters"' ..... ....... .,\ .... .. |
i'.6o |
| . ."LIMERICKS ' " ' |
|
| '2 items |
156 |
| ' ' ' - 8 items |
'157 |
| '* - ' ' 9 items |
. 161 |
| 18 Items,. |
162 |
| .18 items - |
163 |
| ................ 6 items |
164 |
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AGEN0Y.'LE3&!'^EH'T.
The compiler acknowledges indebtedness to "The Bulletin".
for kind permission to republish verses by J.Alex Allan &c<
also for similar permission to other Artists, Poets,
Publishers, and Authors.
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Ch&er up Comrade's! The next War will be better
than the last. All we ex-Diggers will be much to
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