SONGS OF WAR

Auckland Star, Volume XLVI, Issue 223, 18 September 1915, Page 21

SONGS OF WAR

THE RECRUIT. Pat and ball are there. .lohnnle, And yon not there to play? . . . "There's a sterner game o laying For English lads to-day!" And if your mates misr* you As they are likr to do? . . . "If my males were men lad. They'd ha' listed too." What will your dad say. That is old and grey? . . . "Oh. he'd give life and .11. lad. To be young this day." Was rour mother weeping When you marched away:- . . . "Ay. weeping she kissed mo Ah a lnd's mother may.'' And what'U your girl say. ilim. '["hat used to walk with you?-' . . . "Perhaps she'll walk lonely. For she loves mc true. "Bui parents both and sweet hear!. All have said the same 'If you hadn't gone. lad. I'd ba' died for shame!' " —C. FOX SMITH. In "Westi._ln_.tor Gazette." THE NEW HYMN OF HATE. Cranberry pie. or apricc: We love them noi. we hate 1 hem not. Of all the victuals in poi or plate. There's only ,-,ne Uio: we loalhe and hnie. We love a hundred, we hate bin one. And that yell hale till our race i~ run Bread pudding! It's known to you all. It's known to yon all. li .-nt*t.s a gloom and It ,-at.ts a pall"; Hy whotso nnnne uiey mark the me-<s. You take one tasie and you gjve one gn.-ss. Come, let us stand in the wall lug place A low lo register fa.*o t.. f.-i.-e: We win ~ov.T forgo our hate Of that tasteless fodder we .-ms-nito Bread puddingi Cranberry pi-, or aprl.-ol Some folk* !lke 'em .111,1 some ...Iks not They're uo: so i«d if they're nude jusl right. Though th.-v don': enkrn.il,- ~nr appetite. Bui you »<■ hate will, a lasting hale. And never a 111 we that hate abateHal.- of 1 he limth nnd hate of tl,,* gum. Hate ~f 111.- palate and halo .-f the turn. Hate of the lullllms who've ,-hok,*d li down i In country kllch.-ii ..r timis" In town We love ~ thousand, we hale bu: one. With a hat,- otc.i' b.il than Ihe hat- of Hun— j Bread pudding! —"Chi, _g , Tribune.' I

SERVICE OR SHAM—WHICH ? Are vmi snswerliie Hie .-rill »f the rrsllui Fur |.s s .11* ..',.. ~r,- ;.i ;. enlist} "r ißii_ila_ Its .-..ar lnvli.iii,.n on the p'.eu ih.u .you 11 n,-v.-r l.c niw-d.-Would you rather In future l.c I.rami.-. As „„!„ a llrlti.n In name'; If ..-.,,, ...ui.l li I- l>e-t t.. (..- .-undid Y.iull .leserve ,il| you (•, 1 1,, y.,ur sti.tue When :he Erupir.- for -.er.ie i* i-alllne Tv lis nous, lv the hour of lis u.-eil. An.! like Uer.M-s tupy're .1.1,1 ra1.1,,-. Are y.,u showlus the iru,- llrltlsh l.reea. If yon p.Tsy nouj; .it li-.m,- under .-over. Mbrlnklng bark from jour .-bare id ibe pm.'. Who will envy your _lrl *u.-t, a l-.ver. Kit for nothing but sharkies ~f nbame. When tbe 50ns ut our Empires pn-al mother,. Be-turu to their «wee-h.-arts and wires. Or when, barlnii Riven for otbrrn Their l.est. mv b.ive laid down tbclr IIM-s, When ea. h ziorlou* hero's a.-hlevemenl Stands writ on the bright siroll of fanii.— For the fallen. ~ur tears of t.erva- eoieul. But for you a lifetime of shame If these line* do not fl. vonr d.»*-riptt.'U. (io and ..Her ~, serve with the t»r, Fret* Briton- * c n.-e.| no i-onacrtptloo. If ea.-b man .oe.. his hit and his best. It Is servl<-e >.r •J.ame awaits you. See :>• it yon are not held 10 blarnei Sbo« the world ftrlllsh plu.-k anlma-tes you: ll_o.se now. and for aen l,e not sbauiei --O.KO. ASIIWOKTH. No; i.r WAIT A WES The Huns are slroncer than we lhoui;ht. Hill 11..1 s.. sirollK ns «,■ >••! The l.altle may bo l"'ic and hoi. Hut victory' we shall wv yet. On uoiiie tine day. The Russians are 1.en.1e.1 l. n e„. lint not so very far. yet: TbereV millions of the Uiu-slan pack At bidding of Uio Ci.r yet. For many a day. The Huns «ro well prepared, we see, Hut we are Just preparing yel; While Kalserdom »-n.s-t« away We're (riving them an airing yet— From day to day. We're making guns __fi fa.srt np tliey. Aye. an' n wee lilt faster, yet; Warships «in<l airships, 100, ih.y say, To hasten their d_s_.*er yel. On one tine tfny '. Yes. Warsaw's taken -that may be Things nappe" <"> '" war-time, yet: Bm William bus not got the sea - He'll droop before tnat rar-tlme. yet. Frill many a day. We em afTon. tae Intin a wee. An' lft tbeni blow their Trnlstro, Tel: But things 'll ohange. an' that yet! see, Before tbe final tussle, yet One. Glorious Tiay! J. M. TORRI.NS. Auckland. August 12. 1015. THE DREASNOUGHT-CRUISER SPEAKS. I'm Realty's gliln! flagship: Ruler of se.as 1 nvam. (Inarillng 11 far-flimc nation ont on tho rocking fonni: On my .leeks are the .-.union. High on niv masts unfurled, Flies rtie banner of TlrUain Challenging all tbe world. Onr.e on the ocean's terror. .steaming nt thirty knots'. Fnemen dee nt mv coming. Sink In a hail of shots: Stately, speedy, and massive. Bane of the brutal Ilun. I shall prevent the Kaiser Murdering little ones. None but my class may face mc; Moving from change to change, IV>lar-floe or Ihe palm tree. Circling Ihe globe. | range; Never a tioat will light mc. Enemies dare not spring At the wonderful vessel Serving the British King. Made of metal an.l Iron. ■Manned by a fearless crew. Honour the roaring "Lion." Cloavln c tbe <'hannel blue: Pride of the British people, Britons revere mj name; Over meadow ami steeple Echoes my wellearnca fame. Hark to the Dreadnought-cruiser! I. whom the Huns detest - Weaponed and armour-plated — Shelter you while you rest; 1 am blessed with the hear! of Nelson the brave, and so Form an important part of The "Walls of Jellicoo." -E. 1.. BYRE. Devonport.