We walked to the barracksBernie, John, Eric and meTime for call upIn the British ArmyA beautiful morningIn the month of MayWhen we entered the gatesWe were filled with dismayThe R.P’s greeted usAnd shouted with gleeWe hope you bastardsWill never be FreeSix weeks on the squareWe marched up and downSquare bashing…
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They lowered his body into the sandIn a far away foreign landFor Johnny was a soldier The bugler played our last farewellThe rifles cracked and who will tellOf Johnny who was a soldier (John Gibbs buried May 1949 Moascar) Bill Underwood From the series “National Service poems 1947-1949 by Bill…
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Poor Paddy, we took him along the road to hell, through Ishmailia to Moascar Jail. Paddy looked sick and was really quite pale, as we entered the gates of Moascar Jail. Which of the bastards will be prisoner here? Screamed the provost Sergeant as we stood in fear. Prisoner…
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“Blood Hell” said Ginger we did run wellMuch faster than any GazelleFor on that day the stakes were highNear fifty of them against Ginger and IRocks and stones hurtled through the skyBut none of them hit Ginger and I“Bloody Hell” said Ginger we did run wellEnkeliz askari yallah imsheeThe…
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In the Corn ExchangeThe band played“Now is the hour”We danced the last waltz I walked her homeWe kissed goodbye On the troopshipI sailed away Six hundred nightsI dreamedOf the last waltzAnd the goodbye kiss On a troopshipI sailed home In the Corn ExchangeThe band playedI didn’t danceThe last waltz I…
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Sadly I walk’d within the field,To see what comfort it would yield;And as I went my private way,An olive-branch before me lay;And seeing it, I made a stay,And took it up, and view’d it; thenKissing the omen, said Amen;Be, be it so, and let this beA divination unto me;That in…
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Death
Death! that struck when I was most confidingIn my certain faith of joy to be –Strike again, Time’s withered branch dividingFrom the fresh root of Eternity! Leaves, upon Time’s branch, were growing brightly,Full of sap, and full of silver dew;Birds beneath its shelter gathered nightly;Daily round its flowers the wild…
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In the morning when ye rise,Wash your hands and cleanse your eyes.Next be sure ye have a careTo disperse the water far;For as far as that doth light,So far keeps the evil sprite. By Robert Herrick
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The spacious firmament on high,With all the blue ethereal sky,And spangled heav’ns, a shining frame,Their great original proclaim:Th’ unwearied Sun, from day to day,Does his Creator’s power display,And publishes to every landThe work of an Almighty Hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail,The Moon takes up the wondrous tale,And nightly…
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Far from the churchyard dig his grave,On some green mound beside the wave;To westward, sea and sky alone,And sunsets. Put a mossy stone,With mortal name and date, a harpAnd bunch of wild flowers, carven sharp;Then leave it free to winds that blow,And patient mosses creeping; slow,And wandering wings, and footsteps…
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We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee,As théou, Léove, were the déep thoughtAnd we the speech of the thought; yea, spoken are we,Thy fires of thought out-spoken: But burn’d not through us thy imaginingLike fiérce méood in a séong céaught,We were as clamour’d words a…