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  • If down here I chance to die,
    Solemnly I beg you take
    48 lines, 3 comments
  • One moment bid the horses wait,
      Since tiffin is not laid till three,
    35 lines
  • Fair is our lot -- O goodly is our heritage!
    (Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your mirth!)
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • The American Spirit speaks:
      "If the Led Striker call it a strike,
    69 lines
  • To the Heavens above us
    O look and behold
    64 lines
  • Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed,
    To ease the strong of their burden, to help the weak in their need,
    40 lines
  • A great and glorious thing it is
      To learn, for seven years or so,
    40 lines, 7 comments
  • Old is the song that I sing --
    Old as my unpaid bills --
    32 lines
  • I'm 'ere in a ticky ulster an' a broken billycock 'at,
    A-layin' on to the sergeant I don't know a gun from a bat;
    78 lines, 2 comments
  • Once in so often," King Solomon said,
    Watching his quarrymen drill the stone,
    39 lines
  • When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre,
    He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea;
    15 lines
  • There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay,
    Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree;
    50 lines
  • "'As anybody seen Bill 'Awkins?"
    "Now 'ow in the devil would I know?"
    28 lines
  • March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies.
    Front! -- eyes front, an' watch the Colour-casin's drip.
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • I've a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick:
    I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick,
    38 lines, 2 comments
  • We've got the cholerer in camp -- it's worse than forty fights;
    We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as Isrulites;
    61 lines
  • "What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade.
    "To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said.
    35 lines, 2 comments
  • Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban;
    Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man.
    31 lines
  • Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea.~
    Because the city gave him of her gold,
    73 lines
  • The Injian Ocean sets an' smiles
    So sof', so bright, so bloomin' blue;
    64 lines
  • Kabul town's by Kabul river --
    Blow the bugle, draw the sword --
    54 lines, 2 comments
  • You may talk o' gin and beer
    When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
    90 lines, 13 comments
  • The earth is full of anger,
    The seas are dark with wrath,
    54 lines
  • In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage
    For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt;
    52 lines
  • There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield,
    And the ricks stand gray to the sun,
    84 lines
  • You call yourself a man,
    For all you used to swear,
    48 lines
  • 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 --
    56 lines
  • Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire?
    It isn't standin' up to charge nor lyin' down to fire;
    42 lines, 1 comment
  • We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains,
    A little front o' Christmas-time an' just be'ind the Rains;
    58 lines
  • When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear,
    ("It's all one," says the Sapper),
    81 lines
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