[January 21 2008] |
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Before a midnight breaks in storm | |||
Who hath desired the sea? —the sight of salt water unbounded | |||
They christened my brother of old | |||
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine | |||
The strength of twice three thousand horse | |||
Where run your colts at pasture | |||
We've sent our little Cupids all ashore | |||
We have no heart for the fishing, we have no hand for the oar | |||
The God of Fair Beginnings | |||
For things we never mention | |||
Now the Four-way lodge is opened, and the Hunting Winds are loosed | |||
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go | |||
This is our lot if we live so long, and labour unto the end | |||
There's no sense in going further—it's the edge of cultivation | |||
Oh glorious are the guarded heights | |||
When that great Kings return to clay | |||
With those that bred, with those that loosed the strife | |||
When I was a King and a mason —a Master proven and skilled | |||
God gave all men all earth to love | |||
When the darkened Fifties dip to the North | |||
Oh ye who tread the Narrow Way | |||
Take up the White Man's Burden | |||
Said England unto Pharaoh, 'I must make a man of you' | |||
A Nation spoke to a Nation | |||
In extended observation of the ways and works of man | |||
Oh Hushee, carry your shoes in your hand, and bow your head on your breast | |||
Her hand was still on her sword-hilt, the spur was still on her heel | |||
Daily with knees that feign to quake | |||
'Here is nothing new , or aught unproven', say the trumpets | |||
Sudden the desert changes | |||
Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should | |||
Files | |||
Not in the camp his victory lies | |||
Who recalls the twlight and the ranged tents in order | |||
No doubt but ye are the people —your throne is abive the King's | |||
The Word came down to Dives, in Torment where he lay | |||
Lived a woman wonderful | |||
Here where my fresh-turned furrows run | |||
SERVICE SONGS |
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"Tommy" you was when it began | |||
Me that 'ave been what I've been | |||
I wish my mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm | |||
Out o' the wilderness, dusty and dry | |||
We've rode and fiought and ate and drunk as rations come to hand | |||
Only two African kopjes | |||
At times when under cover I 'ave said | |||
We're foot—slog—slog—slog—slogging over Africa | |||
The bachelor, 'e fights for one | |||
Smells are surer than sounds or sights | |||
The General 'eard the firin' on the flank | |||
When by the labour of my 'ands | |||
I do not love my Empire's foes | |||
There is a world outside the one you know | |||
There is a word you often see, pronounce it as you may | |||
Peace is declared, 'an I return | |||
God of our fathers, known of old |