The Married Man
The bachelor ‘e fights for one As joyful as can be; But the married man don’t call it fun, Because ‘e fights for three For ‘Im an’ ‘Er an’ It (An’ Two an’ One
Public Waste
By the Laws of the Family Circle ’tis written in letters of brass That only a Colonel from Chatham can manage the Railways of State, Because of the gold on his breeks, and the
The Instructor
At times when under cover I ‘ave said, To keep my spirits up an’ raise a laugh, ‘Earin ‘im pass so busy over-‘ead Old Nickel-Neck, ‘oo is n’t on the Staff “There’s one above
The Broken Men
For things we never mention, For Art misunderstood For excellent intention That did not turn to good; From ancient tales’ renewing, From clouds we would not clear Beyond the Law’s pursuing We fled, and
Mowgli's Song
The Song of Mowgli I, Mowgli, am singing. Let the jungle listen to the things I have done. Shere Khan said he would kill would kill! At the gates in the twilight he would
When the Great Ark
When the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay, Rode stately through the half-manned fleet, From every ship about her way She heard the mariners entreat Before we take the seas again Let down your boats
Hymn Before Action
The earth is full of anger, The seas are dark with wrath, The Nations in their harness Go up against our path: Ere yet we draw the blade, Jehovah of the Thunders, Lord God
The Lament of the Border Cattle Thief
O woe is me for the merry life I led beyond the Bar, And a treble woe for my winsome wife That weeps at Shalimar. They have taken away my long jezail, My shield
The Sergeant's Weddin'
‘E was warned agin’ ‘er That’s what made ‘im look; She was warned agin’ ‘im That is why she took. ‘Wouldn’t ‘ear no reason, ‘Went an’ done it blind; We know all about ’em,
The Ballad of the Red Earl
(It is not for them to criticize too minutely The methods the Irish followed, though they might deplore some of Their results. During the past few years Ireland had been going Through what was
The Legend of Mirth
The Four Archangels, so the legends tell, Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, Azrael, Being first of those to whom the Power was shown Stood first of all the Host before The Throne, And, when the Charges
The Outlaws
Through learned and laborious years They set themselves to find Fresh terrors and undreamed-of fears To heap upon mankind. ALl that they drew from Heaven above Or digged from earth beneath, They laid into
The Fall of Jock Gillespie
This fell when dinner-time was done ‘Twixt the first an’ the second rub That oor mon Jock cam’ hame again To his rooms ahist the Club. An’ syne he laughed, an’ syne he sang,
The Greek National Anthem
We knew thee of old, Oh divinely restored, By the light of thine eyes And the light of they Sword. From the graves of our slain Shall thy valour prevail As we greet thee
The Truce of the Bear
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale below. Yearly by Muttianee he follows our white men in Matun, the old blind