SONGS OF WAR.

Auckland Star, Volume XLVI, Issue 68, 20 March 1915, Page 16

SONGS OF WAR.

AWAKE 1 Death hunts for us beneath the seas, Death hunts for us amidst the air. Awake. O slumberers lulled iv easel Up and prepare: Shall England bow her head at last, The badge of vassalage to wear? Awakc-r-the hour for sleep is past; Up and prepare: Know you what fate on Belgium fell. You that have wives or daughters fair? Shall tbey, too, feed the lusts of Hell? Ip and prepare: What sound is this that rises o'er The squadron's tramp, the bugle's blare? 'Tls Doom, knocking at (England's door. Up and prepare. Arm as your sires were proud to arm. Dare as your brothers yonder dare! In mart and mine and forgo and farm, , Up and prepare! —WILLIAM WATSON. THE DAT IS HERE. 1 work for peace, wish war to cease, Yet by the Living Word There is a. time, when 'tis a crime Not to unsheathe the sword; And such a time Is now and here, When 'mid the fated strife The battle-call Is true and clear For liberty and life. Each nation hath Its destined path In earth's evolving scheme— To toil and learn, to lose and earn, To struggle and to dream: And, if sometimes red. blaze and blood The purpose must fulfil. The peril that brings brotherhood Breeds more of good than ill. If war must he on laud and sea, O Lord, uphold the right— The trumpet-call unites us all In fellowship and might. And now the banners arc unfurled, The victory shall bless The weapons-drawn to give the world Justice and righteousness. —ALLEN CLARKE. FOUR GERMAN SHIPS. Four German ships sailed out to sea— 110, bullies, heave a pawl.— With turrets clear and tomplons free And shotted guns-and all; With a shell for Poll ami a shell for Jane And a shell for the kid* at play. Which isn't the ga-me for you and mc. But is thcejerman way. Four (iprinau ships turned tail again— Ho. bullies, hea*e a pawl.'— When they found they had to fight with men. Which wasn't -their game at all: With a shell for church and a shell for school And a shell for anyone. But never a shell for an English ship When there's room to cut and run. Four German stains set out >to fight— Ho, bull*;:., heave a pari:— An« K;«rv chose the dark, for they hate the light. Which isn't strange at all; With a shell for maid and a shell for age And a shell for the baby's 'bed, But never a shell to stop our way When we crossed bows with lead. One Germnn ship is down below — Ho, bullies, heave a pawl!— And »c drummed the rest ere we let them Vrv they raced us after all; With a shell for this and a shell for that And a shell for the kids at play, But never a shell to hold us back— That isn't the German way. '' ' — It. F. W. REES. DOSE MAORILANDERS. a German's opinion of the same.) We haf heard of mighty nations Always ready for a row; We bat heard, of dose Legations Once surrounded by the Chew; We haf seen the Boer's a-running' From der khaki seen afar; But, Mem Gott; we .tin'd as cunniu' As dose Maorllanders are! We haf heard the whisker'd Yankee, With his "new invention" tales; We haf seen the Cornstalk lanky From the plain? ol New South Wales; We haf seen Canadians drink in* From their llowin' whisky jar; But dey're nodden like, I'm. thlnkiu". What dose Maorilanders are! We h.if seen ole Klpllu' writiu" Of his noble Fuzzy Wuz, And der way he docs his fightin' An' the way the Burmese does When dey're scrappin' o'er the ocean Of the Tommy an' the Tar; Bnt dose blacks ain'd got a notion What dose Maorllanders are! We baf seen the cowboys rldin' An' a-hcrdiif on the plains, An' the city men a-stri(iin' For the early mornin' trains: We baf seen the street-hoys catch on To the overcrowded car; But I iw!£« rt>)' ain'd a patch oa What do»e ilaorlianden are! . «A U 8188, DcTosport.