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Old Fighting-Men

All the world over, nursing their scars,

Sit the old fighting-men broke in the wars—

Sit the old fighting-men, surly and grim

Mocking the lilt of the conquerors' hymn.

Dust of the battle o'erwhelmed them and hid.

Fame never found them for aught that they did.

Wounded and spent to the lazar they drew,

Lining the road where the Legions roll through.

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The Conundrum Of The Workshops

When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,

Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;

And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,

Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but is it Art?"

Wherefore he called to his wife, and fled to fashion his work anew —

The first of his race who cared a fig for the first, most dread review;

And he left his lore to the use of his sons — and that was a glorious gain

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A Pilgrim's Way

I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way,

Or male and female devilkins to lead my feet astray.

If these are added, I rejoice—-if not, I shall not mind,

So long as I have leave and choice to meet my fellow-kind.

For as we come and as we go (and deadly-soon go we!)

The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!

Thus I will honour pious men whose virtue shines so bright

(Though none are more amazed than I when I by chance do right),

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The Sea and the Hills

Who hath desired the Sea? — the sight of salt water unbounded —

The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded?

The sleek-barrelled swell before storm, grey, foamless, enormous, and growing —

Stark calm on the lap of the Line or the crazy-eyed hurricane blowing —

His Sea in no showing the same his Sea and the same 'neath each showing:

His Sea as she slackens or thrills?

So and no otherwise — so and no otherwise — hillmen desire their Hills!

Who hath desired the Sea? — the immense and contemptuous surges?

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The Power of the Dog

There is sorrow enough in the natural way

From men and women to fill our day;

And when we are certain of sorrow in store,

Why do we always arrange for more?

Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware

Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy

Love unflinching that cannot lie—

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Recessional (A Victorian Ode)

God of our fathers, known of old —

Lord of our far-flung 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 —

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The Widow At Windsor

'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor

With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?

She 'as ships on the foam — she 'as millions at 'ome,

An' she pays us poor beggars in red.

(Ow, poor beggars in red!)

There's 'er nick on the cavalry 'orses,

There's 'er mark on the medical stores —

An' 'er troopers you'll find with a fair wind be'ind

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The Children

These were our children who died for our lands: they were dear in our sight.

We have only the memory left of their hometreasured sayings and laughter.

The price of our loss shall be paid to our hands, not another's hereafter.

Neither the Alien nor Priest shall decide on it. That is our right.

But who shall return us the children ?

At the hour the Barbarian chose to disclose his pretences,

And raged against Man, they engaged, on the breasts that they bared for us,

The first felon-stroke of the sword he had longtime prepared for us -

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M'Andrew's Hymn

Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,

An', taught by time, I tak' it so — exceptin' always Steam.

From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see Thy Hand, O God —

Predestination in the stride o' yon connectin'-rod.

John Calvin might ha' forged the same — enorrmous, certain, slow —

Ay, wrought it in the furnace-flame — ~my~ "Institutio".

I cannot get my sleep to-night; old bones are hard to please;

I'll stand the middle watch up here — alone wi' God an' these

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Mulholland's Contract

The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea,

An' the pens broke up on the lower deck an' let the creatures free —

An' the lights went out on the lower deck, an' no one near but me.

I had been singin' to them to keep 'em quiet there,

For the lower deck is the dangerousest, requirin' constant care,

An' give to me as the strongest man, though used to drink and swear.

I see my chance was certain of bein' horned or trod,

For the lower deck was packed with steers thicker'n peas in a pod,

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Tommy

I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,

The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."

The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,

I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:

O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";

But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,

The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,

O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.

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The Ladies

I've taken my fun where I've found it;

I've rogued an' I've ranged in my time;

I've 'ad my pickin' o' sweet'earts,

An' four o' the lot was prime.

One was an 'arf-caste widow,

One was a woman at Prome,

One was the wife of a ~jemadar-sais~, [Head-groom.]

An' one is a girl at 'ome.

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