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  • We learnt the creed at Hungerford,
    We learnt the creed at Bourke;
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  • My Army, O, my army! The time I dreamed of comes!
    I want to see your colours; I want to hear your drums!
    35 lines
  • The Wireless tells and the cable tells
    How our boys behaved by the Dardanelles.
    49 lines
  • When at first in foreign parts
        Was her flag unfurled,
    102 lines
  • The Russian march is soft and slow,
    Through dust and heat, or slush and snow,
    41 lines
  • There's  the same old coaching stable that was used by Cobb and Co.,
    And the yard the coaches stood in more than sixty years ag
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  • Are you coming, Ivan, coming?—Ah, the ways are long and slow,
    In the vast land that we know not—and we never sought to know.
    79 lines
  • I.—*Peter Michaelov*
    It was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bag
    254 lines
  • We wrote and sang of a bush we never
        Had known in youth in the Western land;
    128 lines
  • Comes the British bulldog first—solid as a log—
    He’s so ugly in repose that he’s a handsome dog;
    81 lines
  • Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?
    The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?
    41 lines
  • Lo! the Boar’s tail is salted, and the Kangaroo’s exalted,
    And his right eye is extinguished by a man-o’-warsman’s cap;
    33 lines
  • There is a quiet gentleman a-motoring in France
    (Oh, don’t you hear the honking of a British motor-car?)—
    15 lines
  • The President to Kingdoms,
        As in the Days of Old;
    78 lines
  • The Captains sailed from all the World—from all the world and Spain;
    And each one for his country’s ease, her glory and her gain;
    58 lines
  • Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my friends, and this is a hymn of praise;
    And this is a clamour of Victory, and a pćan of Ancient Days.
    24 lines
  • A tall, slight, English gentleman,
    With an eyeglass to his eye;
    48 lines
  • They say, in all kindness, I’m out of the hunt—
    Too old and too deaf to be sent to the Front.
    39 lines
  • “Now tell me what can England do?”
    Said the Kaiser to the Spy.
    56 lines
  • Wrap me up in me stockwhip and blanket,
    And bury me deep down below,
    56 lines
  • From Australia.
    OH, tell me, God of Battles! Oh, say what is to come!
    113 lines, 2 comments
  • The Lady of the Motor-car she stareth straight ahead;
    Her face is like the stone, my friend, her face is like the dead;
    32 lines
  • The Young King fights in the trenches and the Old King fights in the rear—
    Because he is old and feeble, and not for a thought of fear.
    24 lines
  • Whenever I’m moving my furniture in
        Or shifting my furniture out—
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  • Did you hear the children singing, O my brothers?
    Did you hear the children singing as our troops went marching past?
    16 lines
  • Rolling out to fight for England, singing songs across the sea;
    Rolling North to fight for England, and to fight for you and me.
    31 lines
  • They were “ratty” they were hooted by the meanest and the least,
    When they woke the Drum of Glory long ago in London East.
    78 lines
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